He didn’t tug my bra down at first, just teased me through the lace as his thigh ground against me, and I was lost to him. I moaned as he got rougher, squeezing.
Bite me!
He lowered his head to my chest and I braced myself. But he didn’t bite me, just lapped at my nipples through the lace and had me panting for more.
Please.
He tugged at the lace, freeing one breast. My nipple exposed to the cold air and his hot gaze made it tighten even more.
“Beautiful,” he said then yanked the other the cup away, exposing the rest of me.
The hunger in his eyes had my heart racing, back arching as he lowered his mouth.
His tongue was so good, swirling until he began to suck. I couldn’t stop moving against his thigh. He caught a nipple between his teeth and tugged. I gasped when he let go. Gasped and rubbed harder against his thigh.
“Ask me to make you bleed,” he told me.
“Please, bite my tits, Hans. Make me bleed.”
“Your voice is so wonderful when you speak like that.”
His praise felt divine.
“Thank you.”
I felt the points of his teeth, so sharp as he lapped at my tits, switching from one to the other. He teased me as his thigh worked, until I was a mess on the edge of coming.
And then he gave it to me, sank his teeth right into my flesh, and it hurt. Oh God, it hurt, but I didn’t cry out, just held in my pain and took it, still bucking against his leg in solid rhythm.
He sucked and I felt my blood flow into his mouth. He drank from my breast and it felt so good I held him to me.
More, please. More.
He bit me again, and this time I was prepared for the sensation. It hurt, but I moaned.
Yes, yes… please.
My other breast was crying out for him. His thumb was brushing my nipple, getting it ready.
I was moaning as he moved his mouth. I smiled as he sank his teeth into fresh skin, both tits bleeding free, him sucking at me like he was as desperate as I was.
That’s when he shifted the angle of his thigh, just a touch, changed the rhythm ever so slightly and it drove me absolutely crazy.
I came for him on the street, with my back against a thick wooden door and his thigh between my legs. I came with a vampire sucking at my breast, feeding him with blood. My mouth was still bleeding, and I loved it. I was grinning as I bucked against his thigh.
His teeth remained in my flesh until I’d stopped bucking. He pulled away with a smack of his lips as soon as I was done.
“Delicious,” he said again. “As I hoped, your blood is perfection.”
He kissed me with another blood-red kiss, and mine was full of gratitude.
Thank you, I said in my head when he was done.
“You’re welcome. Now it’s time for you to go home and sleep. I’ve taken quite a lot of blood from you for your very first time.”
I nodded, felt weak on shaky legs, but I didn’t care. I’d have done it all again in a flash, whatever the consequences.
Hans picked up my keys and phone and handed them to me.