His Little Hunter
Barely a minute had passed since my orgasm but my cock was already hardening under her heated gaze, responding to the promise in her eyes.
Her eyes met mine again and she bit her lip. The pain was gone now and in its place was a raw, naked hunger that had nothing to do with blood.
"Elias," she breathed, my name falling from her lips like a prayer, her voice dropping an octave, husky and wrecked.
She shifted in my lap, her hips grinding down against my thigh.
I groaned, my head falling back as a wave of lust crashed over me like a tidal wave. The blood. It acted as an aphrodisiac for vampires, a potent stimulant that heightened all senses.
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