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Danse Macabre :: Гамильтон Лорел
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HE PUT US both on our knees on the couch, me facing away from him. His hand wrapped in my hair, hard enough to hurt, drawing my neck back in a clean, straining angle. He pressed his body against the back of mine, used his hips to raise the short skirt so I could feel his body against my bare ass. He plunged his hand down the front of the corset, so he could grip my breast, tight and hard. It made me cry out. He plunged his body against mine, but without blood, he was still soft.
He whispered in my ear, «Your blood will make me a man, again. It will fill my body with life, so that I may fill your body with life.»
There was something about what he'd said that should have bothered me, but I couldn't make the thought form. He'd rolled my mind in a blissful rush, and I couldn't make my thoughts march to logic. All the logic I had was in his hands, in the soft push of his body, the growing tension as he held me.
Something stabbed through that lustful calm. Damian reached out to me with a silent scream. «Anita, damn it, feed!»
It made me slump in Asher's arms.
«What is wrong?»
«Let me feed with the first bite. Let me feed with your power.»
«Damian is fading.» He made it a statement.
«Yes.» My voice was breathy, and not for any good reason.
«I will not fight your power, Anita. I will let you take me, then I will take you.»
«Yes, but please hurry, please…»
He was too tall to stay pressed as he was, and bite me. He had to ease his body back enough to fold that six-feet-and-change frame over me. His hands tensed in my hair and on my breast. The sudden pain seemed to send me back into his gaze. My breath was short and eager, when he struck. There was a moment of pain, then it was gone, washed away in the first orgasm.
Asher's bite was pleasure. It was his gift, his power, and that power tightened my body, and exploded like a wave of warm pleasure across my skin. So much pleasure, so much, and as long as he fed, it would be wave after warm, thrilling wave. It felt so good, so good, that it spilled out my mouth in long, ragged screams. Somewhere in all of it, the ardeur rose, and fed. It fed through his mouth, his teeth on me. It fed through his hands on my body. I poured the spill of it into Damian, felt him sit up so hard in the chair, that he almost fell off it. Nathaniel steadied him, and got a taste of that pleasurable power.
I fought the energy, fought to send only food, and not the nearly overwhelming pleasure. To send only so much, and no more.
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HE PUT US both on our knees on the couch, me facing away from him. His hand wrapped in my hair, hard enough to hurt, drawing my neck back in a clean, straining angle. He pressed his body against the back of mine, used his hips to raise the short skirt so I could feel his body against my bare ass. He plunged his hand down the front of the corset, so he could grip my breast, tight and hard. It made me cry out. He plunged his body against mine, but without blood, he was still soft.
He whispered in my ear, «Your blood will make me a man, again. It will fill my body with life, so that I may fill your body with life.»
There was something about what he'd said that should have bothered me, but I couldn't make the thought form. He'd rolled my mind in a blissful rush, and I couldn't make my thoughts march to logic. All the logic I had was in his hands, in the soft push of his body, the growing tension as he held me.
Something stabbed through that lustful calm. Damian reached out to me with a silent scream. «Anita, damn it, feed!»
It made me slump in Asher's arms.
«What is wrong?»
«Let me feed with the first bite. Let me feed with your power.»
«Damian is fading.» He made it a statement.
«Yes.» My voice was breathy, and not for any good reason.
«I will not fight your power, Anita. I will let you take me, then I will take you.»
«Yes, but please hurry, please…»
He was too tall to stay pressed as he was, and bite me. He had to ease his body back enough to fold that six-feet-and-change frame over me. His hands tensed in my hair and on my breast. The sudden pain seemed to send me back into his gaze. My breath was short and eager, when he struck. There was a moment of pain, then it was gone, washed away in the first orgasm.
Asher's bite was pleasure. It was his gift, his power, and that power tightened my body, and exploded like a wave of warm pleasure across my skin. So much pleasure, so much, and as long as he fed, it would be wave after warm, thrilling wave. It felt so good, so good, that it spilled out my mouth in long, ragged screams. Somewhere in all of it, the ardeur rose, and fed. It fed through his mouth, his teeth on me. It fed through his hands on my body. I poured the spill of it into Damian, felt him sit up so hard in the chair, that he almost fell off it. Nathaniel steadied him, and got a taste of that pleasurable power.
I fought the energy, fought to send only food, and not the nearly overwhelming pleasure. To send only so much, and no more.