Free Blood Reaction A Vampire Novel by DL Atha Page B

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    “What is it, Annalice? What do you want?” His voice was mocking but did nothing to stop my desire.
    Breathless, I tried to answer. “You, please. I can’t take it anymore. Please.”
    “Who do you belong to?” His full lips smiled down at me as he asked.
    “Why are you doing this to me? I’m yours. Please just end this. I know you can.” I was breathless after only a few words.
    Reaching for him, I pulled his mouth back to mine. I could taste my blood on his tongue and I bit him in return, grazing his tongue with my teeth. He pulled away abruptly as a small drop of his blood hit my tongue.
    Still holding me slightly off the ground, we stared at each other for a millisecond before I was suddenly shoved back down into the carpet. Pushing my thighs apart, he pushed into me so hard that I thought my hips would dislocate.
    Wrapping my legs around him, I pulled him in to me as deeply as I could. He was hard and thick and I struggled to pull him in further. His strokes were long and slow to begin with, but quickly became harder and more rhythmic.
    I orgasmed at least three times before losing count. Sinking his fangs into my neck, he came forcefully into me. With his culmination of pleasure, I lost all rational thought as my mind floated in a haze.
    I felt no pain at all from his bites, it was as if my body was under the control of some stimulant and every sensation had been converted into pure pleasure.
    My hands were on his back and I could feel the muscles contracting along the length of his spine before he collapsed onto me. As I lay there underneath him, his chest against mine, he drank slowly from my neck. I could hear and feel each swallow. His lips were soft against my skin and the intimacy of it was almost overwhelming. This was singlehandedly the most erotic moment of my life and the muscles of my legs shook with the after-shocks.
    Opening my eyes with the cool rush of air against my bare skin as he pulled away from me, I found him staring at me, an amused expression on his face.
    “I told you it would be nice,” he observed as he rolled away and then was gone.
    Not moving for several minutes, I lay on the carpet as the high slowly wore off and the shame at what I had just committed came over me. Like a crackhead coming down, I thought to myself as I ran my fingers through my very disheveled hair. I had behaved just like a crackhead. And the sensation hadn’t gone completely away with the orgasm. Hunger and thirst still hovered at the edge of my thoughts along with the desire for him.
    Reaching down to grab my clothes, my eyes took notice of his clothes lying beside mine. Dropping my t-shirt back onto the floor, I surreptitiously grabbed his while glancing over my shoulder to make sure he was nowhere around. I could hear the shower running from my bathroom and so I turned my attention back to his clothes.
    His thermal t-shirt was soft like it had been worn many times, but it was clean and the tag was from a very expensive store. Grabbing his jeans next, I hastily ran my hands down into each pocket finding nothing except a couple of hundred dollars bills and a ten. There was no identification of any kind. No license and no wallet. No keys. Not even any scraps of paper.
    “Find anything interesting?” His voice unnerved me and my hands flew up slightly causing me to drop his jeans. The money floated down to the floor.
    I could feel my face flushing with embarrassment as I turned to face him. He was standing in the door of my bedroom, water running in rivulets down his naked chest and abdomen to catch in the very low-slung towel.
    “J…just trying to find out your name,” I stammered back at him. Looking down at the floor so my eyes wouldn’t hang up on the dark hair trailing down to parts of him that I couldn’t get off of my mind, I grabbed my clothes and walked towards the bathroom, feeling the need for a shower as well. He was gone from the doorway when I made it there and I was again wondering