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Blood and Strangers

By; The Fanfiction Nymph

xxChapter 11xx

The silken sheets lay forgotten as they grappled on the floor, cool tile against heated skin. Trunks smirked as she pushed him over and pinned him to the ground. He knew now that she was just was he had been missing all these years. The very thing that he would never again be satisfied without…she was Danger pure and simple.

He was too much to take she realized all too late - but the pain was just what she needed now. Her primal movements shocked even her as she continued to rock herself on him. If he had not responded with such force perhaps she would have slowed the pace, but her intense need for him had appealed to his own inner beast.

Harder and harder they pushed almost to the point of pain. Trunks was pleased that she could withstand his full force. His hands held her thighs, bruising them as he pulled them over him to give her him fully. They panted together in the darkness that was the jungle of their room.

He shouldn't have done it, but hearing her scream out his name as he shared in the passion of his life was overwhelming to him. The sayian in him cried out for her blood, the desire to taste her just as her sent filled his nose. Trunks was too close to that tugging sensation that blinded men to stop. He pulled her to him roughly kissing her and assaulting her mouth with his tongue, but this was not enough for him. Dragging his tongue down her jaw and neck suddenly the impulse ceased him and he sank his teeth deep into her throat.

What happened next was pure instinct.

Adrea's scream caught in her throat and fell upon deaf ears. He was too past the point of sounds to notice. She made a fist against his chest and tried to fight it, but with each lick of her blood her will began to wane. As his mouth found its way along her artery she could feel the change within herself as she lost the battle. Her fangs sang as she grappled with him, pulling him tight and sinking into his neck. They were in a type of biting embrace as they each held their ground fast to the others blood, but this was a type of danger that would quickly bring an end to their games.

The blood was hot and slick as it played upon her tongue; a spicy familiar taste that she overwhelmed her senses not at all coppery like what she had come to expect. He was her prefect poison. As his grip on her and his pulse lessened, a part of her reemerged with horror at what she was doing.

She pushed him away as though finding him to suddenly be a snake and fled to the bathroom. Locking and barricading the door with her body she shook with emotion, adrenaline and rage.

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