Dark Blood

Five+

© Amber Kalkes 2014

*Sexual content 

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Five+

Orin’s mouth sucks at my neck as pleasure like a more intense version of the deep lava fire I’ve felt while we’ve kissed before spreads through my body. One of his hands, which has been gripping my thigh moves from there to in between my legs. His hands grip the purple lace fabric making me gasp before he pulls making it rip clean off. He chucks the piece of fabric behind him carelessly as the hand next goes between us.

Faintly I hear the sound of a zipper unzipping but I don’t realize what this means until he strikes. Pleasure so intense ripples through my body making me cry out at the sudden intrusion. His lips and fangs never leave my neck as he does all this. I grip the back of his hair while I begin to pant to the rhythm he is setting as he brings me closer and closer to the peak.

His mouth abruptly breaks away from my neck before latching itself to mine in a savage possessive kiss. His rhythm picks up as he begins to feed me as well. I can taste myself on his tongue, tangy and yet metallic. His aura is swirling brighter and more hectic as his body relishes in the unique power in my blood making it richer for my own tastes.

As I begin to feed off the sexual energy he is gifting me with I can feel a sweat breaking over my body as he begins to struggle for his own breath. I let out a sharp cry, breaking away from his mouth, as I feel lights dance across my vision in ecstasy. He follows me with his own low groan of satisfaction stilling yet tightening his hold on me against the wall, crushing me against him.

As our hearts beat against each other’s chest in a battle of speed, Orin’s lays his forehead against mine. His rapid breathing dances across my swollen lips making me instinctively let my tongue lash out to catch the air he releases trying to catch a bit more of his delicious energy.

My body is simply humming with the feeling of release and power flowing through it. Everything feels rejuvenated making me want to stretch like a cat after a nap in complete contentment and relaxation. I peek my eyes open to see Orin’s eyes are closed and his brow furrowed like he’s trying to calm himself. I’m about to speak when his eyes pop open, lily pad green orbs clashing with mine. He doesn’t speak as he holds me still pinned against the alley wall peering at me.

“Your eyes aren’t blue.” He rasps after a moment.

I’m bemused by the statement but answer while shaking my head, “No. I wear contacts.”

“Why?”

“Violet is an unusual eye color. People get curious.”

“Around me don’t wear them. I prefer you without all the pretense.”

I raise an eyebrow, “Who says I’ll be seeing you again.”

Both of his dark brown eyebrows rise in challenge, “Oh you think you could stop me if I tried? Wrong, Angel, you belong to me now.”

“I don’t belong to anyone.”

He smirks before dipping his head to nip at my neck, “I beg to differ, Sweetheart.”

“We fed off each other, Orin, that doesn’t mean anything.” I reason.

“Wrong, Angel.”

“Oh really?” I scoff, “Do tell me do you claim all your victims or am I special?”

He moves his hips and since he is still embedded in my body I can’t help but release the breathy moan that passes my lips. His head dips as his lips brush across the lobe of my ear as he speaks, “You, my Angel, are very special.”