The Vampire King's Feeder
But just as I’m on the precipice of losing all sense of time and place, he roughly rolls us over to the very center of the bed, and suddenly I’m on top of him.
I grab the headboard to steady myself, panting, and look down at him.
His eyes shine with heat and mischief as he looks up at me, just as breathless, smiling like a cat with cream, and I… I feel a fire ignite deep in my soul. Something new and all consuming. Like everything I was is dead, and I’ve been reborn, given a second chance.
My nails sink into the hardwood–likely antique–headboard as I rock my hips against his tongue, his lips.