Chapter 125
Chapter 125
Chapter 125
Amos had no memory of taking her home. The high of hunting for the first time in nearly a century, culminating in prey who surrendered so intensely, who came so beautifully as he drank from her, had him half out of his mind. He was vaguely aware of running through dark streets, Chloe cradled in
his arms.
The next thing he knew, he was kicking his door shut and Chloe’s mouth was on his, her thighs wrapped round his hips, her arms clinging to his neck.
“Please,” she gasped between deep, drugging kisses. “ Please, Amos. Give me more p>
His cock was desperate to answer that call, but the demand was too vague for him to make that leap. She wanted more pleasure, he knew that much. But he’d drained more deeply from her than he’d so far dared. He couldn’t drink from her again tonight. But there were other ways of giving pleasure–ways he hadn’t been able to entertain in a very, very long time.
Drunk on blood and lust, he carried her to the living room and lowered her onto the couch before dropping to his knees in front of her. He tugged her boots down her calves, off her feet, and flung them away, leaving her with the black thigh–high stockings.
The sight of those stockings tugged at foggy remembrances of women in decades past who wore them every day as a matter of course. On Chloe, though, they were a revelation. He froze for a split–second, arrested by the way the tops of the stockings bit into her plump thighs, tempting him to bite in as well.
But no. He’d taken enough. Now he wanted to give. He pushed those thighs wide, making her gasp. Her delectable fragrance was stronger here, rich with arousal. The gusset of her tiny little drawers was already soaked through, begging him to taste. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled, intending to drag them beneath her lush bottom and down her legs. In his excitement, though, they tore like tissue paper. He flung them away, a very small part of his mind conscious that he’d have to apologize later.
“Amos…” Chloe breathed, hips rocking up, baring her slick, swollen pussy to him.
He slung her thighs over his shoulders and leaned in, inhaling her fragrance before putting his whole mouth over as much of her as he could cover. His tongue swept out, parting her folds, dragging through her slick softness, savoring the taste of her. The same unique top notes as he tasted in her blood sang across his senses now, mingling with the blatantly erotic flavors of sex and female musk.
“Oh, god, Amos!” One of Chloe’s hands settled on his head, fingers threading through his hair and tugging. He glanced up and was rewarded with the sight of her other hand curled against her mouth, eyes squeezed shut as her teeth closed around her own fingers. Amos growled his pleasure, sending low vibrations through her slick, swollen flesh. She cried out, fingers tightening in his hair.
It’d been a long, long time since he’d pleasured a woman this way, but he was relearning the ropes quickly. His exploring tongue found the stiff peak of her clitoris, circling and teasing and closing his lips around it and sucking. Chloe nearly arched right off the couch on that last one, and nearly ripped his hair from his scalp in the process.
“Too much?” Amos asked breathlessly, lips ghosting over her mound as he spoke.
“No, no, please, don’t stop, please–ohhhhh p>
With his mouth back on her clit, he slid one hand up her thigh, seeking the molten hot core of her, where he slid two fingers deep inside.
“Ah, Amos! Holy Mother, Jesus Christ, fucking–ah! God!” Chloe twisted and writhed, nearly dislodging him three times, forcing him to press his forearm over her hips, pinning her in place as he ate.
Her thighs trembled, sprawled wantonly over his shoulders, heels digging into his back. He found a spot inside her that made her words turn to gibberish, and he stroked his fingers over it again and again as he sucked on her clit. The points of his fangs pressed into the pillowy softness of her labia, the pressure just shy of breaking her skin. The temptation to do it, to drink from her as he ate her out–the suction of his mouth pleasing them both at the same time–was a dark suggestion in the back of his mind that he forcibly ignored.
All of Chloe’s muscles suddenly went taut. She let out a choked cry as her thighs clamped tight around Amos’s head. Her inner muscles clenched down on his fingers, tight enough to pull him in a little deeper. And then her whole body was shaking, her pussy squeezing rhythmically on his fingers as he continued to lick and suck and savor her. Witnessing her climax without the distraction of blood was its own unique pleasure. It felt like a claiming just as much as biting her did.
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