Draven removes his clothing, and then he undresses me. “You take my breath away,” he whispers, before fisting his dick in his hands.
I love the fact that I’m the one who can satiate that hunger in his eyes. That thirst that cripples him. That my body is the only thing he’s craving.
I know the feeling because it’s exactly how I stare at him.
Never in my life did I think I would love someone this completely. He makes me feel every emotion in my heart.
“I need to make love to you,” he rasps, his full length entering me in one gentle push. “I need to show you how much you mean to me.”
I grip his shoulders as he moves in and out of my wetness, covering my face with kisses.
I moan out his name, wanting him to suck the blood he so badly wants. “Do it.” I lean my head to the side, offering him my vein.
He only stares at me, his strokes deepening as each second ticks by. “I want to watch you unravel before I take what I want.”
I run my fingers through his dark hair, memorizing every feature of his face.
He continues pumping his dick inside me, stretching me, filling me almost to the point of breaking. “Good girl, Allison. You’re such a good fucking wife.”
I love the way his accented voice says the words, and I feel my body building to that pivotal moment. The moment where I’ll shatter with Draven’s arms wrapped around me.
He licks a path down my neck, across my chest, until he’s hovering over a nipple. “I love your tits.” His voice is barely threadbare before he closes his mouth around it, biting and sucking until I’m coming undone. He groans, and it tips me over the edge, tumbling endlessly. Colors and shapes blind my vision as I feel my body spark.
“Yes, come for me,” he pants, holding me tightly. “Come all over me.”
“Yes,” I moan out.
He sinks his teeth into my neck, and his body picks up speed. “Let me fuck you so hard you’ll know who you belong to.” His body moves over me, his hips thrusting, and I spiral into another orgasm as Draven drinks my blood.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, but Draven knows best.
I know he won’t hurt me. I know he won’t ever drink me dry. However, I also know if I beg, he’ll drink my blood, leaving me within an inch of my life. He knows what I want, and I’m learning what he wants—me.
He hammers his dick into me. “You belong to me. Remember that.”
“I won’t forget it.” I trail my nails down his back. “I’ll always be yours.”
He sprinkles kisses along my neck, his hand trailing right behind. “Mine,” he repeats.
Our bodies collide together, both of us crashing down, our orgasms nearly splitting us in two. After our bodies relax, he holds me close. He runs his fingers through my hair, and I could honestly get used to this. I want to get used to this.
“Mmm,” I purr as he pulls my back to his front, spooning us together.
“I like this,” he says.
I snuggle my body closer to his. “I’ll have to bring you back to school with me, when I return.”
Draven says nothing, and I glance over my shoulder. “What are you thinking?” I ask.
He kisses the tip of my nose, and I snuggle back into him. “Nothing. Now go to sleep.”
An uneasy feeling seeps into my bones, unsettling me as I close my eyes. I pull Draven’s arm tighter around me, hoping I never lose this man.
“You look amazing,” Lina gushes, putting the finishing touches on the blonde waves tumbling past my shoulders.
We’ve spent the day in the guest room, taking it over and turning it into a place for us women to get ready for the ball tonight.
Stefania, in a sky-blue dress, relaxes on the white chaise lounge in the walk-in closet, smiling wide. “Draven’s going to love it.”