It Was Supposed to Be a One Night Stand

It Was Supposed to Be a One Night Stand

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Dylan smashed his lips against mine. Slipping his tongue in, intertwining our tongues together. "Mmhm...ha...ha...s-stop" I said panting. He lifts my shirt up and caresses my skin, making me tremble. Dylan moves his hand up to my chest and ru- "Ah!" I moaned, shocked by the sound I made. Did I just moan? From getting my nipple played with? "You like that?" Dylan said, giving me a sly grin. "N-no...hng!" Fuck this is embarrassing. I need to get away from him, before we go any further. I try to push him away but he won't budge. What the hell, how strong is h- gasp- Dylan slides his hand down my pants, touching my dick. "Stop!" I yelled, shoving him off me. He grabs my waist, stroking my dick from behind. "ahhh...mm...s-stop it" I said moaning in pleasure. Damnit. Why does he keep doing this? "No" Dylan said. What? This fucke- "I can't forget that night...you can't either, right?" he said. Disclaimer: This is my first Wattpad story, I have no experience in writing what so ever. So excuse the bad writing, grammar, pace, and story. Also, I don't own any images you see in this story.
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"What I was going to say was selfish..." He mumbled. I edge closer to him until my hand slowly cradled his cheek. Tilting his head up to look at me. "Please let me know what it was." I beg him pathetically. He begins to chew his lip and that's when I knew he was nervous. Nervous about what? I'm not exactly sure. "With everything I said...I was going to say at the same time...never...leave me." He confessed painfully almost. That's when I lost all sense of control and pressed my lips onto his. Kissing him with all my strength and all the built up desire that's accumulated. I continued to kiss him until at some point my tongue made it's way into his mouth. Tasting a sweet flavor that I've never encountered. As I got deeper in the kissing I feel myself fly back into a tree. Slammed against it that I felt myself lose my breath. Trying to catch it, I look up at Achille. His eyes were now a crimson red that intrigued me. He shook his head and suddenly he was gone in a blur. Confused, I stood as I had to pop my back from the hard hit into the tree. Looking in the direction Achille ran off, I knew I couldn't see him because it'd be a blur. Always thought it was fascinating how when he runs you can't see it. Being a vampire must be...fascinating. Yet he makes it out to be hell. I can't understand that kind of complicity of being a vampire and the issues. I get it, they drink blood. Though there's multiple things beside humans that offer blood! He acts like it's so horrific. I would love to know what it felt like for a day. Just one day...

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