Still I kept smiling.
It was like a house of cards tumbling all at once, so many sensations playing in harmony.
The thrust of his cock and the pressure inside me. The dance of his fingers sparking my clit. The way he was drinking the life from me.
Yes.
More.
Yes.
MORE.
I lost myself to everything, my soul exploding, and there was only him giving me life at the same time he was taking it. A paradox I’d never fully understand.
YES. MORE. PLEASE.
He thrust harder. Played faster. Swirled his tongue as he sucked at me.
MORE.
YES. YES. YES–
And then I came. A beautiful explosion of an orgasm so strong it blew my mind.
So did he. He came at the same time.
He groaned and snarled and slammed, and I could feel it. I could feel him coming inside me.
I came with Hans’ fangs in my neck and his blood-red cock inside me. I came with his flesh against mine, no longer caring if I lived or died. I’d have given it all for one more moment.
But he wouldn’t.
He pulled his teeth free and turned my face to his, eyes digging into mine.
“Katherine?”
His voice was beautiful, but so far away.
“Katherine, focus on me.”
I was smiling, that much I knew.
“Come back here now,” he told me. “Stop drifting. Focus your eyes on me.”
But I couldn’t…
Something else was calling.
Deep…
“Katherine, focus. Look at me.”
I could see the trapdoor under the water in my subconscious, and it was tempting. It had a thick round handle, and I tried to open it, tugging it up just a little.
And then there came flashes.
Memories.