My Bloodthirsty Mafia Man
I let out a soft moan as the pressure of his thumb pushed my neck in.
“Do it,” I coaxed. “Please.”
A smile crossed his lips, revealing ivory fangs and endless hunger. I could tell Darick's fangs ached to taste the soft flesh and warm blood in my throat as they pricked playfully at my neck. I grabbed his face, unable to hold in the anticipation, and sunk them in.
Darick grunted and then, eagerly, began sucking. I groaned, loudly, unable to contain my pleasure anymore. This was beyond sex—beyond making love. This was on an entirely different planet. We were one, and together, we were unstoppable.
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