Romans & histoires My Vampire Husband Wants To Bite Me Every Night

I certainly didn’t want to tell Raya that her nightgown got destroyed while I was having sex with my husband. I lifted the gown over my head and tossed it to the ground, revealing myself to him. He gave me a sly grin and rose his brows as he took me in. He bit into my left breast and played with the right with his fingers. I moaned with desire as I draped my fingers through his dark and messy hair. Saving the kingdom and fighting the evil vampires was a good look for him. “I want to taste you,” he breathed against my lips. “I need to taste your desires.”

I stood and the next second, I was already at the door but the man was then beside me, stopping me from going out. "Where are you going?" he asked, his tone dark but not threatening. "I will go see my parents," I said in between gritting teeth and tried to walk past him but he held the door. "You can't do that." "And why can't I?" My voice was sharp and I almost couldn't help a growl. I was too overwhelmed by my emotions, I couldn't keep my mind straight. "Let me remind you that you just went through a transition. You are basically a one-day-old vampire, and you know what that means?"

“I love you so much it hurts. Sex isn’t always—” “Whatever. I’m going to bed, husband, with a bruised ego, aching and unsated. I’m done with the hot vampires, anyway.” She was quicker on her feet, picked up her clothes, and dashed out the door. “Fuck.” I squeezed my eyes shut as I pinched the bridge of my nose. I was screwing up everything I touched. I decided to go to bed, and my wife turned her back on me. “I wanna put tv in the room and watch vampire movies and tv shows with you for the rest of our lives. I’m not letting anything come between us. Ever.”

she said and he sighed as he stared at her pretty face to the bleeding finger. He then did the unexpected, he put her finger in her mouth and licked off the blood from her finger leaving Hannah speechless. “Oh my goodness! Why would you do that? Are you a vampire!” She muttered as she pulled her finger away from his mouth. “What? You are my wife, we share the same bed, we share kisses and share everything, and I do kiss your coochie, sharing blood with you isn’t bad” he said with a smirk on his lips. “Oh my goodness! You pervert! You realized we are not the only one in this kitchen right?-“

She had gotten used to Zephyr that it was starting to effect her day to day routine. "Maybe we should just slow down and take a break from each other." Getting down to his knees he began to unbutton his shirt. "I am not going anywhere my little love. I crave your attention, your touch, I even crave to get a hint of your arousal for me. Your the first to ever see me for me and not some money making vampire. Now you are starving, I can hear your wheezing take if you must my little blood flower. No one other than the High Council will know I gave you blood. Please my little flower quit torturing me." Taking a deep breath, he kissed her and wrapped his arms around her. Kissing him back she felt

I wanted it this way, wanted my murderer to see that he had hurt me and if he still has any emotions left in that dead heart of his, then he would remember this night for the rest of his life. Instead of taking a bite, his tongue surprisingly darted out to trail the side of my neck slowly, lighting up a blazing fire where it touched. I sucked in a deep breath when he stopped at my clavicle and took an amount of my skin between his teeth. He bit down, but not enough to draw blood and I screamed. Both from pain and from the feeling it sent shooting to my core. I trembled; “Please…” as more tears leaked out of my eyes. “A human…” the vampire drawled. His nose was still stuck between my neck and

The vampire wanted more, and he was moving in to take it. He crawled onto the bed again, staring into my eyes and giving me a soft grin. "Doing alright?" he asked, balancing on his right elbow and using his left hand to grab my chin, forcing me to stare into his eyes. Mine were partially closed, but I was able to meet his gaze. "Yeah," I whispered, letting out a groan. "Take me again, if you'd like," I mewled. This satisfied the vampire, who definitely obliged. There was no hesitation. This time, I was beneath him, facing upward in missionary as he impaled me again. Fangs met my throat as the vampire took another bite, injecting me with that wonderful venom as the bliss took over once more.

I couldn't take it anymore and slowly I lost myself to hype, being a kanetic vampire, that night I burn down about twenty villages leaving no survival, it was also the same night I marked her almost draining the life out of her fucking life. Ignoring her painful pleas I took advantage of her fuck the living hell out of her hole, I sucked and fucked her, my dark orbs rested on the long healed bite marks on her neck very close to her collar bone, the bastard marked her there so that she will be able to hid it from me, anger took the better part of me and I sank my fangs on the same position biting off the fresh there, as expected Ryan received his own share of pain wherever he was that night,

I tightly closed my eyes letting my tears fell down feeling him placing rough kisses all over my shoulder and collarbone. Lucy: This i-is not right... stop it... Leave me... I said leav-- ah l yelped in pain when he bit my shoulder harshly digging his teeth in my flesh. Damon: Nothing is wrong baby. I am your husband and it's the most right thing that can happen between any married couple. So shut up hmm princess... He exclaimed in a sweet tone trying to sound like a caring husband but his acts were worst... I placed my hands on his shoulders clenching his shirt tightly as my vision started to get blurry... My head was spinning... My eyes rolled back as the pain was too much.

he said, and I nodded. I held out my hand to him, as we’d done every night we’d been together and he quickly bit my finger, taking a taste. For a vampire, having a fresh taste of someone makes them easy to find and track. If he woke and I was missing, he’d be able to find me. In theory. “Night,” I said, as he scooped up his books and disappeared out the door.