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In a flash I was in front of her, my hard cock brushing her belly. She gasped and I said, “I asked you—is that a problem?”

Her throat bobbed. “You look fine. You know you’re hot.”

Warmth coursed through me, and I dipped my head, capturing her lips. Clasping her hip with one hand and the back of her head with my other, my teeth tugged her bottom lip, piercing it lightly. Her blood was a shot of adrenaline to my system, and I swallowed her startled cry.

I licked her lips before forcing my tongue inside her mouth, sweeping up every drop of the precious liquid. Brittney alternated between pulling me closer and pushing me away, sliding her tongue against my own and trying to shove me out.

Now that I’ve had a taste, she wasn’t going to get away unscathed. Blind with blood and physical lust, I tossed her on the mattress, grabbing her ankle when she flipped herself over to run away. Why she would run when her pussy was crying for me was a mystery. I could smell her, the sweet and musky scent permeating the atmosphere told me everything I needed to know. Principles didn’t matter.

I pinned her hands above her head and took a deep breath, inhaling every sweet scent. A bead of blood formed on her lip, the skin unable to heal while I kept nibbling at it. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of lust and uncertainty, and I saw and felt the exact moment she told herself, “Fuck it.”

Shoving her thighs wide with my knee, I settled between her legs, pushing the tip of my cock against her wet entrance. I let go of her hands, but she kept them above her head while I gripped my erection and slid it through her moisture, spreading it all over her lips.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice small.

I knew what she was doing. She wanted to be able to tell herself she hadn’t asked for any of this. “Don’t fret, my sweet girl. This isn’t about forcing you, it's about possession.” I sank into her an inch and her inner walls clenched my head. “This has been inevitable since the first moment I saw you.”

Brittney clawed my shoulders, her nails digging in while I pushed all the way inside, until I bottomed out. Her muscles held me with a vise grip, stretched to their limits. She was tense, uncertain, and I could feel everything as I slid partly back out.

She whimpered and I thought her hands must be cramping before I wondered why I cared so much. Why was she different, why does she matter, why couldn’t I kill her and just be done and move on with my life?

Rocking my hips, I plunged all the way inside her again. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her head turned to the side. I doubted she realized the position presented her neck like an offering, but I wasn’t one to turn down a gift.

My tongue traced a line along her flesh before I nibbled at her ear, and goosebumps broke out in my wake. She tasted like salt and sugar, and I dragged my fangs along her skin. It was a shame to mar such a masterpiece, but I would heal her afterwards.

Slowly she loosened around me, and a fingernail trailed down my back, tracing the lines as I moved against her. The pleasure of being sheathed between her thighs was immeasurable, an illicit comfort I’d deprived myself of for far too long.

The tiny voice in the back of my head whispered about how I was making love to the woman, rather than just fucking her, and I shut it away.

Let me enjoy this, for now.

When I came to, she was screaming, while my tongue licked at the small chunk of flesh I’d bitten on her neck. My fangs sank in, squeaking through her skin and past her tendons, filling my mouth with the most delectable flavor I’d ever tasted—distinctly Brittney.

Vanilla sugar, cream, sweet coffee, ripe peaches. Her unique signature spilled down my throat, combined with whatever she’d ingested recently. I shuddered, tearing at her skin some more while she convulsed beneath my hold. I slammed my cock into her, timing the motion with my gulps before I pushed my hand down, searching for her soaked nub as I pulled my mouth away.

Stroking circles around the bit of flesh, I stared at her face, making note of every expression. Fresh tears coursed through the salty remains of prior, and her eyelashes were damp clusters. Dual trickles of red meandered down the side of her neck, disappearing into the ebony silk of my sheets. Right then, I decided I would never wash the pillowcase.

Brittney’s back bowed off the bed as her orgasm thundered through her, her pussy strangling my dick so hard I wanted to wrap my hand around her neck and squeeze her until she choked.

All my blood rushed to my balls and my cock as I came inside her, my strength draining along with the rush, until I filled her with my come. Spent, I collapsed on top of her, resting my head on her breasts and letting the buffet of our mingling fragrances surround me.

How long had it been since I’d lain with a woman like this, with intimacy and an aura of connection? There’d been none since my wife.

Rolling from her, I laid back, dragging my hand down my face. The woman saw me without the makeup, raw and vulnerable.

Brittney was far past dangerous. She was a nuclear explosion and the target was my life.

With a wave of my hand, I was dressed in a loose pair of black lounge pants and cosmetics were reapplied, and I was out of bed.

“Get up,” I growled.

She leisurely twisted onto her side, her eyes half-lidded. “What? Leave me alone.” She rolled over again, jutting her ass out.

Her ankle stayed in my clutch when she fell off the bed. “I told you to get up.”

She swung at me, at first trying to sit up and then flopping around like a fresh catch from the ocean. “Motherfucker you better let go of me right now.”

Brittney looked like a naked doll while I dragged her along the floor. I didn’t remember where I left her clothes, or when they were removed, but I appreciated the unfettered bounce of her breasts and the stream of blonde hair sliding across the hardwood behind her.