Sinful Pleasure II

Damonq drank, pushing into Elina’s mind to share how taking her blood felt to him. His cock hard and full. Pulsing for her. Throbbing. Jerking with each strong pull of her essence into his mouth.

She tasted better than the finest wine ever could to him. He was addicted to her taste. Obsessed with it. His body was on fire for hers. The wicked things in his head he wanted to do were right there, easy for her to see.

Elina wanted to try all of it with him. The more he shared the way his body reacted, the more her body needed.

His hands stroked her curves, traced her ribs over and over down to her waist. Then his tongue swept across her breast, closing the two puncture wounds.

His hand anchored in her hair, pulling her head back and his mouth was on her, tongue slipping in, sharing her taste.

The craving was there instantly. She knew part of it was his craving for her blood, but it was also hers.

She wanted blood. Needed it. It might be abhorrent to think about, but the hunger was the