At a calculated pace, I slowly turned so I was now facing him. His eyes returned to mine while I placed my hands lightly on his chest. As if I'd just discovered his shirtless body, my hands tingled in delight at the touch of his skin, the feel of his cool body, while my body warmed up with lust.
My hands gripped his shoulders while my body leaned against him. As if he was under a hypnotic spell, his hands landed on my waist, gliding down to my hips while he pushed me against the marble of the sink cabinet.
Our heads moved closer, our eyes still connected in the mesmerizing gaze, all while our bodies screamed for one another's touch.
"Do you not want me?" My voice was a breathless whisper, one that held so many emotions that had taken a back seat. Why did those emotions suddenly rear their ugly heads in this enchanting moment? Those feelings that gripped my human core when I wished to be around the men I wholeheartedly loved and desired.
My words hurt him, the lines in his expression deepening as he gave off an expression of hurt while our noses brushed and his forehead pressed against mine.
"Words can't express how much I want you, Cassandra."
Those words of breathless admission, their motive to heighten my beaming love and desire to please him did exactly that and more.
"Then bite me. Drink as much of me as you want," I encouraged while my arms slid around his waist and brought his head closer while my lips brushed his lips. "Then make love to me. Kiss me like you mean it. Fuck me like this is our last day of freedom and you'll never touch this body aga-"
His lips sealed mine before I could finish, our bodies pressing together like magnets. I ground my lower body against his groin, feeling my core press against his thick cock that was hard and pressing tightly against his black boxers.
The intense, scorching kiss woke every bit of my body as his tongue darted into my mouth and took possession of me. That dominance was followed with his hands gripping my hips before he lifted me up to sit on the counter.
My legs hooked around his waist, making it impossible for him to escape as we continued to make out. The aggressive battle for dominance was only adding fuel to the burning fire of pleasure heating our bodies from the inside out.
"If I take your blood, I'll only need more," he moaned into my mouth before kissing me hard and deep. I responded after a gasp for air, the two of us panting rapidly.
"You told me that the first time, silly." I kissed him gently and pulled back to view his red glowing orbs that showed so much compassion. "Otis. I need you to be your usual, asshole self. I loved it when you bit me. The pain felt good. Knowing I feed your being excites me. Stop being a cowardly, emotional ass and do what I want."
He actually smirked when my voice went from that of a loving girlfriend to a commanding queen asking him to grow some balls. "Don't complain."
I was going to argue against his comment, but a hiss left me as his fangs were suddenly sinking into my neck the next second. That painful sound morphed into a pleasurable groan as my body burned to life while he sucked my blood.
This time was slower, as if he wanted me to savor every movement of my flowing blood streaming out of the two holes his fangs had created as he continued to claim the thick liquid into his craving mouth.
My eyes fluttered closed as I let my head fall back for him to drink more. His hand cradled the back of my head while he continued to feast. My world was swirling around while the pleasure continued to grow and thrum through me in waves.
This feeling was out of this world, a sensation that was hard to even put into words. My legs that were wrapped around him only tightened, the stimulation of my throbbing pussy pressing against the budge of his pants making me moan as my body trembled.
I was so close to cumming, and he hadn't even fucked me yet, my fingernails digging against his flesh as I prepared for the wave of ecstasy that was on the brink of exploding.
His sudden pause left me wondering if he was done, but then he sank his fangs a little deeper and sucked hard, which sent me crying out in pain and pleasure as my orgasm exploded through me.
He released me then, licking the sensitive spot while I trembled in his hold. He lifted me up and we were back onto the bed in a second, his lips returning to mine while his hands roamed my body and removed my bra and panties in a few short seconds.
He was tugging his boxers down when I broke the kiss to give myself a short break, my eyes scanning his hooded eyes and noticing the significant difference in the complexion of his normally pale skin.
Much better.
He noticed my perceptive gaze, and leaned down to whisper, "Why do you care so much about everyone else?"
"I don't," I breathed. "I only care about those that I love, and you already know that I fucking love you."
That made his lips curl up in a genuine smile, one of those rarities that I was grateful to have experienced a good six times this year.
"Bet you’ll still feel that way after I'm done with you," he whispered and turned me right over in seconds. I blinked in confusion at the switch in position, only to moan in relief as his cock slid right into my wet pussy from behind.
His hand slapped my ass, the stinging pain only igniting a spark of burning pleasure as my back arched into his chest, and I looked back to meet his demanding lips that somehow warned me of his rough actions.
He began to hammer into me, each thrust going nice and deep while his tongue occupied mine and his free hand rubbed my ass cheek, preparing to slap it once again. The next slap made me moan loudly, my ears enjoying the animalistic growl that rumbled against his throat before he released my lips. Nestling against my body, he pinned both hands upon the sheets beneath us, sinking his cock even deeper and making his thrusts quicker.
"Yes, fuck. Right there, Otis," I moaned as his cock hit the perfect spot that was driving me mad. My fingers clung to the sheets as my moans quickened and heightened in volume.
The way his lips sucked on that sensitive spot of skin was driving me deeper into the swirling madness of pleasurable intoxication, and every deep plunge of his thick rod brought me closer to the edge I was waiting to be pushed off of.
"Mhmm, baby. You taste good, feel good. You’re fucking delicious and all mine." His possessive growl made him move even faster, slamming into me at such a sudden, rapid pace that my body began to grow rigid as I felt my orgasm creep up.
"Hold it," he hissed into my ear before a hand wrapped around my neck. He was asking for the impossible as my pussy quivered around his cock, and yet, I used every muscle in my being to hold off the orgasm that was at its brink of detonation.
"Otis." My moan gave off the begging tone I needed, my body shaking as I continued to force myself not to release until he told me to. As if my torture wasn't enough, he pulled right out, flipped me over, and was back into me in seconds, my legs up high as he fucked me in the best position imaginable.
His grunts and moans grew louder as he fucked me fast and hard. I gritted my teeth and pushed my head back against the pillows, unsure how long I'd be able to last as my body shuddered.
"Otis...please…" I was at the edge of my ability to resist.
He leaned down after one final thrust, his cock sinking as deeply as it could before his lips claimed the side of my neck once more.
"Cum, Cassandra!" he grunted, and then his fangs sank right back into my neck.