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cataclysmic appetite

-SEVEN-

I wrestle with the tangles in her wet hair, fist it tight before I make her neck bend, back arched painfully but so fucking beautifully before I growl into her ear, my voice sending a shiver down her spine.

"Oh, really?" I pound into her harder, her screams echoing through the room. I hear other patrons having sex, hear cries for more that sound fake as fuck, that hold no value. It makes me grin, especially since I've got this girl under my spell, her desire and her juices spilling onto her sheets, on my cock and pubic bone in a way that makes me only fuck her harder. I should make her lick it off me, lick me nice and clean before I finally kiss her and taste her all over again on her own tongue.

Her cries are real, unadulterated sexual sounds that make my balls tight and my head spin in a way that hasn't happened in forever. I haven't felt this, not to this extent, not to where it's not just about food anymore. True, I want her blood—need it—but I also want her body, crave to feel her tight pussy curl all around me until she squeezes the orgasm out of me.

"Tell me," I urge her on as I slam inside her again, my balls slapping against her ass as she grunts loudly, probably making the rest of the whores here jealous of Bo's pleasure. I grab a fistful of hair, yank her pretty face to the side before my whisper meets her ear. "Wanna share your wisdom, whore?"

"Bite me again." She moans, back arching and her ass pushing harder into me. Her actions don't make my posture falter, yet I love the way she thinks she can overpower me. I tug harder, making her whimper at the sensation, and I can feel how much she likes it, how much wetter her cunt gets and how it flutters around my cock.

"Fucking tell me what I am, Bo." I lick the side of her neck, feel her shudder and the goosebumps rise on her skin. I'm getting annoyed, and once I'm there, I might rip out her throat, and I'm having way too much fun right now.

"You're a fucking sadist," she groans, a silly little whining noise falling from her lips as I continue to stall, torture her by withholding what she wants. I smile against the soft skin of her neck, heat radiating off her like a furnace, so much that it warms my cheek.

I bite, hard and with no type of warning, moaning as my cock twitches at the taste of her. I'm getting the full stream, right from the artery, and it feels so fucking good combined with the way I'm buried deep inside her bleeding cunt.

"Goddd, fuck." Her screams are sinful, downright pornographic as she struggles against me. I release her hair, watch how her head falls to the side and onto her bed, hair sticking to her sweaty face. She looks magnificently mortal, skin flushed and bright red from my marks and the blood that's pooling underneath her skin. Her taste is better than I ever could have wished for, better than any human I've ever had before. The way she's flavored makes me think this is my best work yet—the lust, the sex that hides within the richest of red, the emotions laced with the O-negative makes me want to cage her up and keep her to myself. Feed off her for a while until I'm done and ready to move on.

I feel my hips move again, my cock harder than ever as I slide in and out of her, her pussy so tight I think I might tear her apart. Her moans are more intense, vibrating against her throat that makes her blood flow even better, makes her taste richer. There's actual, physical pain when I rip my teeth away from her milky skin, drops falling from my mouth onto her naked back, pooling at her spine. It makes me growl, makes me feel like an animal before I lick it up, bite her all over before I feel her getting higher and higher.

The way her cunt has a hold on me, the way her aura has a hold on me, makes me do things I shouldn't, that I haven't done with humans, ever. I bite my wrist, rip away the skin and force the gaping wound to Bella's open mouth as she's panting, eyes closed in pure pleasure. She sputters and coughs as I make her drink, give her the ultimate drug that will get her soaring and wilder than ever.

When I pull away again, her eyes look feral and magnetic, pouty mouth bloody and dripping onto her sheets before she licks her lips clean. I groan, my rhythm deadly as she falls apart around me, her heart skipping beats before there's another scream as I sink my teeth into the other side of her neck. Yes, this is what I needed, what I was talking about. And so much more. It's her taste a thousandfold, endorfins in overdrive as she's high on my blood, high on my cock, high on everything I'm giving to her.

"That's right, whore… make me spill inside you, your pretty little cunt milking me for all I'm worth. Make it happen and I might give you another taste."

The look in her eyes is one I've never could've dreamed of. This human is unlike any other—a whore filled with kink and promise, one who doesn't get scared, but turned on at my nature.

"Y—you're a," she starts. Her voice breaks as her eyes roll back, and I feel her tighten and tighten all over again. She utters a scream that almost makes my heart start again, her body clammy and sweaty and warm as her legs shake and she falls face-down, flat on the bed. I turn her over as she rides it out, shoving my cock inside her again before she can even come down.

"I'm a what?" I spit in her face, chuckle at the way it makes her smile, and open her mouth for more. Instead, I bite my lip, let the drops fall onto her tongue and let her have it—one last hurrah before the end of the show.

"Mhm," she moans. "Vam…pire." Her words slur as I bite her again right when her pussy convulses around my cock. This time, it's liquid heroin and I can't stop—can't do anything but drink as I empty myself inside her, fill her up with my cum. She clutches my back, sharp nails digging into my shoulder as I take and take, enjoying every ounce of her blood that's enriched with mine. Her moves falter and she lets go, arms falling to the mattress. Her breathing stokes as I listen in on her way her heart beats a little slower, and slower until I'm sure she can't possibly make it.

"Thank you for dessert," I whisper before I kiss her lips for the first time, savor her for the last time.

It's a shame I'll never know if this connection would have faded. But I don't do love, not anymore. I'd rather spend eternity alone than feel loved and then have it taken away again.

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