Page 48 of Vampires & Bikers

“It’s not that.” He tells me he was injured by the wolves and is also recovering.

He pulls me closer to him and against his chest.

“This feels good,” he says. “The best medicine.”

I love the sound of his voice, so deep and melodious. I put my hand on his chest again and stroke the skin, gently. I become aware of a hardness underneath me, in his groin area.

“Do you think… we could?” I ask him with a little smile.

“I don’t know!” he grins. “What do you think?”

“What if we are really careful?”

I kiss him softly and feel his mouth eagerly close over mine as he puts both arms around me. I feel the hotel robe fall from my shoulders and try to pull it back, to cover me.

“No, don’t,” he says hoarsely.

“But, look at me,” I say, embarrassed about the scratches and cuts, the discolored skin.

“You are more beautiful to me than ever before,” he says, kissing my shoulder softly where the wound begins.

We kiss slowly, carefully, I adjust my position so that I am facing him, my knees on either side of him. He touches my breasts, holding them tenderly, lifting them towards his face, licking my nipples, sucking on them, sending tingling pleasure down my body. My chest is sensitive around my rib area and even though I want to move, the pain is keeping me immobilized. It is agony being with him this way, but I want him so much, I can’t stop.

“Are you okay?” he whispers to me.

I nod. “Are you?”

He nods and I begin to move on top of him. I open my legs wider and shift my weight so that my pussy is on top of his pants. I start to rock gently, slowly, rubbing my clitoris against him as he squeezes my bum, pushing me on top of him. I lift myself delicately and pull his cock out. It is hard and fully erect. I gasp when I guide it into me, shifting my weight to take all of him into me. The pain in my body subsides, I don’t feel any of the soreness anymore, none of the bruising, I just feel the pleasure building inside of me. I want to control it, to keep it building slowly to ensure we don’t hurt ourselves.

I move my pelvis and my hips and find that this does not hurt, so I move even more, feeling him sliding inside of me, hot and wet. I am moaning now and I can hear myself as I see his eyes becoming unfocused with desire and longing.

Our rocking is picking up speed and intensity as he pushes me up and down on top of him, leaning back to reach deeper and harder. I pull him up and whisper to him, “Bite me.”

I don’t know why but I know I want him to. I know it makes it better for him and it also does something for me. The first time he did it, I felt a sharp pain, but the pain turned into an intense pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

“I want it,” I said. “I want it.”

He let his fangs come out and it wasn’t scary at all.

I closed my eyes and gave him my neck. I felt him come closer, kissing my neck, his tongue circling and sucking and I didn’t feel his teeth piercing me at all. Rather, it was like the sucking became harder and more pressured and the rhythm coincided with our coupling, he was sucking on my neck while I was sucking him inside of me, squeezing and holding him as he held me by my neck.

I felt no pain, no discomfort, nothing but the most exquisite physical pleasure as our bodies melted together and became one.

Afterwards, he stroked my back. “You okay?” he whispered.

I smiled. “Better than okay.”

I moved onto his lap again and he held me close.

“I wish I never had to get up again,” I said and he laughed.

“I could hold you like this forever,” he said.

His face became serious and I saw him looking at my neck. There was a trickle of blood running down my skin. I touched it and looked at it. His fangs had been retracted now but thinking of them made my skin tingle.

“I liked it,” I said. “When you tasted my blood. It made us closer, somehow, made the sex better.”

He nodded. “It’s dangerous, though.”

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