Thinking back now, maybe it was because he knew the effect his bite would have on me, that he waited. If it had not been for the weeks spent in agonizing pleasure, being undone again and again and again each night, maybe i would have never found my way back.
As it was, i woke several hours later in his bed, a normal occurance. Yet for the first time, he was still there with me. Still pressed up against me from behind, arm around my waist, holding me close.
My entire body tingled with sensation. And then i remembered what had happened. I remembered his bite. And hazily, i could recall him easing me down from the heights it brought me to. My violent shaking had calmed under his touch. The tightly strung ache inside me eased under his minstrations. And gradually i had come back to myself, falling asleep amost instantly.
I twisted my body slightly to look at him, knowing him to be awake, and moaned aloud at the pleasure that shot through me at the simple brush of fabric on my flesh. A languid smile stretched his face at the sound.
I was on fire...