The sensual feel of her body moving against his, and the warm wetness of her sliding over his shaft, it was the things that poets wrote poems and singers sang about. It was the perfect moment of giving over control and still retaining a bit of control. The melding of flesh, to become one without giving up your identity. Without conscious thought, he leaned into her, his fangs piercing her skin to feed on the rich life force pulsing through her veins.
A soft hiss at the bite. Moving to give him all the access he needed to feed. Her own fangs growing once more from the primal pleasure of the bite. Her movements becoming stronger in their union.
He could feel her rich life force slide down his throat, her body moving harder against him, taking him deep into her. After a few moments of sucking on her neck, stroking her hips and thighs as she rode him, he pulled away from her neck. Watching her blood trickle from her neck and the punctures close, he looked into her eyes, giving her a grin
Her fangs sinking into his neck drinking deep as she continued to ride him intently. Her hips swaying and bouncing on his lap pressing her body closer against him.
Her fangs pierced his skin with a slight feeling of pain, the sucking from her mouth on his skin felt like the most erotic feeling Alex had ever experienced, even with his rock goddess riding him.
He felt her pull away from him, her lips wet and red with his blood, it was not yet the darker red of the full-fledged vampire. He kissed her, tasting the blood on her lips and tongue, feeling her body moving harder and faster on top of him.
He held her body close to his, slowly catching his breath. He was not sure about when she have had her climax, but it was quite obvious that he was not the only one who have reached that peak.
He chuckled and carried her to the small bathroom, setting her only on the floor to turn on the shower, the water was warm enough to use quickly. He followed her into the tiny stall and closed the door behind them.
"This is a tight fit, but I think we can pull it off."
She smiled closing her eyes at the feel of the water. It was all becoming too perfect. There with her immortal love still.doing what she loved and was happy. Perfect
As he promised, he did not try anything more than to help her wash, just as she helped him. The shower felt great and he wondered how people could believe that they were dead creatures, with no souls. These minor moments of enjoyment were so much human, that most people discarded them as something that just happened.
He kissed her cheek after they were done and got out of the stall, "I might want to do this more often." He gave her a grin and passed her a towel.
Think of the one shifter race no other race will cross not even other shifters. There are 3 as they are called now Gator shifters in the river behind and over our underground home. Even he is not stupid enough to cross them.
"Well if he does manage to get you to do what he wishes, forces Omen to join him by some nefarious means and kill me again, that would make sense. I think some might even do it."
He kissed her
"But enough morbid thoughts, my life is great right now. Had a good breakfast, made love to the love of my life, and there's a show to be played."