14 - Savage Creature

MAVERICK

I must have overdone it. The thirst I had for her was insatiable and it couldn’t be quenched with just an overnight sex marathon.

I’d consumed her, marked her as my own, and yet, I couldn’t stop thinking of her.

She’s just a vampire. I constantly reminded myself.

I’d barely let her sleep for four hours. She lay on the bed, tucked under the sheets, her naked body was outlined by the thin white sheet. Those tits were like two lovely globes that fit into my palm. I had memorized every single dip and curve of her body. I’d retraced my steps all night, not getting enough of her.

Fuck, I was getting hard again.

Call me a hormonal teen because that is not how a thirty-four year old man was supposed to behave. She might be far older than I was but because she stopped aging at twenty-two, I’d say we had a bit of an age-gap.

I gave in to my desire and climbed onto the bed, lifting up the sheets, I slipped inside it, my legs were on either sides of her, feeling her warm body beneath min