Free Rare Vintage by Bianca D'Arc

warmth around him since almost the first moment he’d
seen her, and he doubted he could put it off much longer without losing what
little was left of his sanity. The dream had only made him more needy, not
less. He needed to know the reality of what she felt like around him. Just as
he needed to know if she could be the One for whom he’d been waiting all of his
long, lonely life.
    Frankly, he doubted it. He couldn’t be that lucky. She was
perfect for him in almost every way, but he’d grown used to walking his path
alone, he didn’t quite believe that he’d ever find the woman who could walk
that path with him.
    Still, making love to her would at least settle the
question, and he needed some relief before he exploded in his pants. With a
grunt, he pulled away to divest himself of his clothing. He undressed with
little finesse, throwing his clothes to the floor behind him. In moments, he
lay beside her again, naked, hard and wanting. But not for long.
    She was soft and dewy after her climax, but he had much more
to show her. He moved his hands downward, toward her waist. Pausing to play
with her nipples, he squeezed hard enough to bring her full attention back to
him.
    “You’re a beautiful woman, cherie .” He lowered his
face to kiss his way to her lips. “The most beautiful I have seen in my many
years.” His voice whispered across her skin.
    She laughed softly, a mere puff of air as his skilled hands
continued their way down through her neatly trimmed curls, zeroing in on the
little nubbin standing at attention for him before finding their way inside her
tight channel. She gasped as he tunneled into her, his fingers slippery in the
slickness of her arousal. He smiled against her neck.
    “I’m no beauty,” she insisted in denial of his words.
    He would prove her wrong if he had to spend all night doing
it. Frankly, he looked forward to it. Kelly squirmed as he began to slide his
fingers rhythmically inside her. He lifted his head to meet her eyes.
    “I beg to differ, ma petite . To me, you are the most
beautiful woman in the universe. Especially when you come for me.” He drove her
up that cliff again, using his hands and all his skills to enflame her senses.
His fangs grew longer and sharper as the need to feast on her blood rose in
him. His cock rose too and it needed relief as much, if not more, than he
needed to taste her essence. “I must have you, cherie . I must have you
now.”
    With a swift movement, he was over her, his fingers slowly
slipping from her core. She made a sound of protest that turned to a purr as he
brought his fingers to his mouth, licking at the fluid of her desire. He closed
his eyes savoring her unique and almost drugging taste. He held out his hand to
her. He’d leave it to her how far she would go. Would she be a vixen, willing
to tease but go only so far? Would she be bold, sucking his fingers like a
professional? Or would she be shy, hesitant or even unwilling to get down and
dirty with him?
    He almost relished the idea that she would be reluctantly
led into his sometimes nasty predilections in making love. There was no doubt
he liked to push the envelope sexually. He had indulged in almost every
perversion at least once. His tastes would probably be considered kinky, though
not too extreme, except for the blood sucking, of course. Still, he’d never
hurt or violated anyone. His partners had all been willing and willingly given
him anything he’d wanted.
    He would show Kelly the joys of following where he led, and
she would love every minute of it. This he vowed.
    But he wouldn’t push too far, too fast. He’d break her in
slowly, teaching her a little at a time until she was as eager for his cock in
any orifice, or in any way, as he was to give it to her. This small first test
was just the beginning.
    With satisfaction, he felt her hot, little tongue peep out
to lick at his fingers, coated in her come. She seemed shy but willing, a
combination that fired his already