My whole body was tingling when he took another step forward. He was so close, I could feel his breaths, and I was hot. So hot I wanted to tear my clothes off.
“Yes, or no?” he asked. “Go? Or stay?”
My body already knew the answer. Every part of me was aching for him. In that moment it didn’t matter what the outcome would be. He could have sucked me dry and left me for dead on the cobblestones, and I’d still have made the same decision. I couldn’t fight the battle anymore.
“Stay,” I whispered.
“Good choice,” he said, and tipped my face up to his.
I could hardly breathe as he dropped his mouth to my throat. I whimpered as his teeth grazed my skin, craving it, even though I was truly petrified.
I wondered whether the sensation would live up to my fantasies. I’d spent so many nights playing with myself, imagining blood-red kisses and the pleasure of pain.
“Do it,” I whispered. “Bite me.”
I felt the smile of his lips against my neck, the heat of his breath.
“Oh, Katherine. Do you really think I’m going to sink my teeth into your throat and take your blood, just like that? This is only the beginning. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for centuries.”
He kissed the most sensitive part of my neck, just a touch below my ear. A kiss that sent a flush of sparks through me, right down to my clit. His thigh pushed between mine, and I cried out, desperate.
“That’s it,” he whispered as I began to move against him. “Trust your body.”
My skirt hitched up so easily, leaving just a sheer pair of tights between Hans’ thigh and my panties. I wished I could tug them aside myself, to give my myself the full sensation.
“Don’t worry,” Hans said. “I’ll do that for you.”
I yelped when he tore my tights free so easily and hooked his fingers in the lace of my panties.
“So beautiful and wet,” he whispered as I worked against him like the needy little girl who’d been playing over vampire stories for years.
“Follow your instincts,” he told me.
My instincts were already running wild. I was a fumbling mess as I tried to get out of my clothes, burning up, despite the chill of the night. I shrugged off my coat, and unbuttoned my blouse with clumsy fingers while Hans was teasing me so gently with his. I leant back as far as I could, and offered him my breasts in my white lace bra.
“Is that where you want to feel my teeth?” Hans asked.
I nodded, breathless. “Yes. Please.”
“You’re going to be such a dirty little girl. I knew it.”
My depths were coming to light. I’d been fantasising for so long, and over time those fantasies had got dirtier, and dirtier… and filthier, and filthier.
Hans smiled as he looked at my offered flesh.
“So tempting, but I have a blood-red kiss to take of my own first. Your pretty tits can wait their turn.”
My nipples tightened at his words. “Ok,” was all I could say.
Even in my terror there was a strange sense of peace, and I thought back to so many vampire novels and scenes that had shown the submission of victims to me. The moment they accepted their fate and embraced it. Wanted it.Neededit.
Hans brushed his lips against mine, and I was ready. I cried out as he nipped my bottom lip, just a little. A sharp pain that felt nice. I tasted my own blood, and he let out a moan that set my heart alight.
“Delicious,” he said, and his mouth met mine.
His kiss was so deep and fierce it ate me up. His tongue felt amazingly sensual, and I was kissing him like I had done in my dreams, wrapping my arms around his neck and asking for more without words.
I felt another sharp pain as he bit again, but I was too caught up to notice where the blood was coming from. Lips or tongue, or a mixture of both, I didn’t know and couldn’t care. The kiss was rich with a metallic taste and he was moaning, sucking. Drinking. He was drinking blood from my mouth.