Sweet Juices (Phanfiction)

Sweet Juices (Phanfiction)

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The liquid, rushing in willingly, dulling my ever present hunger. Never truly satisfied, lingering on the outskirts of my mind ready to pounce at the easiest option. Digging my nails into his hips with my other hand tangled in his hair, pulling harshly. I lick my lips, savouring the taste and smell. More flows into my open mouth, delicious saltiness. He was a rather attractive boy. Too bad, he must die. Warnings: Blood, violence, death (no major character), smut, probs little angst, supernatural, BDSM. I'm really excited for this one guys and if you have any comments or tips for my writing. It would be great appreciated. Send me prompts, for one shots!:)
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He lowers his face, tickling my neck with the tip of his nose as he moves it up and down, inhaling deeply. A voracious growl rumbles deep from within his chest and I whimper again. "Just a taste will do but," he nips my neck. "I can't promise I'll be able to control myself." His hold on me tightens. Panic claws its way into my chest making my heart beat erratically. What did he mean by 'play games with me later?' Did he plan on taking me somewhere? Does that mean he wants to make my life a living hell until he's satisfied before giving me a long, torturous death? He didn't seem like the type to make it quick. I can feel his mouth on my neck. Tears start trickling down my face as I brace myself for the pain that I'm sure to feel. His lips part, teeth grazing me. I squeeze my eyes shut. Isabelle Grace is torn from hiding and thrown into a life of lust, fear, and hunger. Humanity has been enslaved by vampires and now, after three years of isolation, she must face the worst of them. A vampire has discovered her and he has no intention of ever letting her go. Suddenly, Isabelle finds herself questioning who she is as her body and mind fall victim beneath silver eyes and a hypnotic voice. As the immortal world begins to drag her deeper within its dark depths, her past resurfaces to bring old scars to the surface. Should she chase after something that could very well lead her back to the monster that nearly killed her three years ago? The same monster that murdered her family? Or should she just continue to run away? All the while, the vampire that seeks to devour her body and heart will hunt her down no matter how many times she escapes him. (**EBOOK PUBLISHED**)

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