44. A Need To Forget

Xenia

My hand goes up to the side of his face holding him in position giving me the best angle. The wounds he’s inflicting have moved from the side of his neck just below his ear to the top of his chest and I chase every one with a gluttonous greed. I don’t even question why he’s offering his blood up to me so willingly.

Pleasure begins to sizzle inside me. The energy swarming, the sustenance, the thrill of this forbidden fruit and what it provides has my core throbbing.

“Don’t stop drinking.” He groans and I realize his hands are firmly at my waist moving me back and forth. I’m grinding myself against him while taking his blood.

Oh, no. All logic is gone. Nothing makes sense right now except for one thing. I just need a little more, more blood and more attention to that spot… right there… that he’s hitting so perfectly.

I can feel him beneath me. He’s hard and in that moment, it’s wrong, but it feels so good. He’s grunting and groaning and rocking me against him at a quickened pace