Behind a rundown bar, Elsa Bloodstone and Miles Morales, the unlikely duo of the Blood Hunters, had just taken down a nest of rogue vampires. Elsa, a fiery redhead with a penchant for leather and a mouth that could make a sailor blush, was already on edge. She was always on edge around Miles, the former Spider-Man turned vampire, who was supposed to be her ally but often felt more like a thorn in her side.

"Shit, Spider-Man, you're lucky you're useful," Elsa growled, kicking a stray vampire limb out of her way. "You're a fucking vampire, for god's sake. You should be able to handle these fuckers better."

Miles, his eyes still glowing with the aftereffects of the fight, smirked. "Well, Elsa, maybe you weren't pulling your weight. You're the one who's always so fucking angry. Maybe you should try to relax a bit."

Elsa's eyes narrowed. "Relax? I'm not the one who's turned into a fucking bloodsucker!"

Miles knew Elsa had never trusted him. But despite all that anger and mistrust, he couldn't help liking the tall, foul-mouthed ginger. She was hot as fuck and in those tight clothes looked like sex on legs. And when she was angry at him like this, her whole face started to turn as red as her hair and her freckles burned against her smooth, pale skin. She looked so sexy when she was furious with him.

Miles couldn't take it anymore. He stepped closer to Elsa, his eyes fixed on her full lips. Before she could protest, he leaned in and kissed her.

At first, Elsa resisted, pushing against his chest. But as Miles deepened the kiss, she felt herself giving in. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Their kiss grew rougher, their teeth clashing as they devoured each other. Miles picked Elsa up, pressing her against the wall as he continued to ravage her mouth.

Elsa's mind was spinning. "Fuck," she breathed out as he broke the kiss. There was a pause while both were breathing deeply, their eyes locked. "Fuck it," she muttered. She grabbed him by the scruff of his collar and dragged him after her. He grinned.

Elsa dragged him to her bedroom, kicking the door open as they stumbled inside. She released him and stood with her arms crossed, eyeing him up. "Go on then, vamp-boy. Show me what you're made of." He tossed her onto the bed, his eyes wild with desire.

Elsa pulled Miles on top of her, pulling off his mask and ripping open his shirt as she ran her nails down his chest. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her through their clothes.

Miles pushed off her coat pulled Elsa's half-shirt over her head, revealing her perky breasts. He tore her bra from her without hesitation. Then he leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth and teasing the other with his fingers.

Elsa moaned, running her fingers through Miles's short hair as he worshipped her body. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this desired, this wanted.

Miles trailed his lips down Elsa's stomach, pulling her pants down as he went. He spread her legs, burying his face between her thighs. She squirmed with pleasure as he tugged her panties aside for access.

Elsa gasped as Miles's tongue found her clit. He licked and sucked, driving her wild with pleasure. She grabbed onto the sheets, her hips bucking as she rode his face.

Miles could feel Elsa's orgasm building, and he couldn't wait to taste her. He slid a finger inside her, curling it up to hit her G-spot.

Elsa screamed as she came, her juices flowing freely onto Miles's face. He lapped it up, savoring the taste of her pleasure.

Miles climbed back up Elsa's body, positioning himself at her entrance. She licked her lips as he slid off what was left of his costume and tossed his boxers across the room.

His rock hard erection poked threateningly at her wet entrance. He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation.

But all Elsa could do was nod, pulling him closer. Miles thrust into her, filling her completely.

They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased their release. Miles grabbed onto Elsa's hips, pounding into her with reckless abandon.

Elsa pulled Miles's hair, then scratched her nails down his back slowly as she met him thrust for thrust. She had never felt so alive, so turned on.

Miles reached down, rubbing Elsa's clit as he fucked her. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.

Miles followed quickly after, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his cum.

They lay there, panting and spent, for what felt like hours. Miles traced patterns on Elsa's stomach, his mind still reeling from what had just happened.

Elsa couldn't believe what she had just done. She had always been so careful, so guarded. But something about Miles had broken down her walls.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Elsa couldn't help but wonder if this was more than just a moment of weakness.