Page 32 of Caution

And it was impossible that there was any better way to go than this, than with his fangs in my neck.

No, his tongue in my mouth.

No, his tongue on my neck.

His mouth on me.

His dick in me.

His fingers gripping my thighs.

No, playing with my clit.

No,in metoo.

Fuck.

Too much.

Too fast.

Too deep.

Too big.

Toogood.

Too much.

The overload on my senses, this lustful attack, was going to rip me apart.

And I was going to love every second of it, I was sure.

This was what my body was meant for,hewas who I was made for.

There was no deeper purpose for me than this, no higher emotion, no greater experience than his fangs scraping the curve of my breast as his head dipped, silver skimming my areolas, my nipples.

Him pulling my nipple into his mouth, sucking.

Biting me there too.

There was pain, the best kind of pain, and then no pain.

Just pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, turning me inside out, then just plain turning me out.

Even when he pulled away, when he wasn't touching me anymore, it was still there, coursing and churning through me in tandem with the blood in my veins as he dropped to kneel in front of me.

He spread my legs open wide, baring my pussy to him as he trailed his tongue, his fangs, up one of my inner thighs then the other, before planting his nose in my pussy for a deep inhale.

And then there were his fangs again.

Ahhhhh shit.

Pain, then no pain.

All pleasure.

Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.

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