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The air surrounding us thickens with heat and a low, animalistic growl vibrates the coffin. “Fuck. You’re perfect. And all mine.”

Instead of swallowing me up, Xander peppers sweet kisses across my crown and down my dick until he reaches my balls, where he gently bites the supple flesh. His fangs lightly scraping my skin has my toes curling and tingles spreading through my body.

Such sharp, dangerous weapons close to my manhood should have me softening and screaming for help, but instead I'm throwing my head back letting out a slutty moan. “More, more, more.”

Then I feel it. The sharp scratch of his teeth against my inner thigh, right where it meets my aching dick. For a moment his breath is hot on my skin, like a dusting of sunlight, but Xander strikes without warning.

A bolt of electricity shocks through my entire body, and I scream. My dick jumps to attention and my balls draw up, threatening to come again. But Xander is quick to pull away, barely taking a mouthful of blood.

We both watch as the four holes of his attack gently drip tiny speckles of blood before he’s turning to my other thigh, hoisting it over his shoulder and nuzzling the back of my knee, drinking in my scent.

With a groan, Xander strikes again, and my body tips to the very edge. Tears prickle my eyes but the tsunami of euphoria that flows through my veins, through my core, has me moaning for more.

Bite after bite, Xander devours me. My thighs, my stomach and chest are now covered with his love. His marks. It’s beautiful and I can't stop looking at the way my skin blooms with unique pinks and reds.

“I need you, sweetheart. I want to be deep inside of you. I need to feel you from the inside.”

I moan, feeling burning tears run down my cheeks as my hands glide across his bloody chest. “Please. Please, Xander. Fuck me. Make me yours inside and out. I want to be filled by you.”

Xander hisses and swallows my length in one fell swoop, sucking me into the back of his throat and licking the underside of my balls. “Oh, god!”

He groans, drawing precum from my slit and tongues instead. My dick is so sensitive I'm thrashing beneath him, desperate for release, only for Xander to pull away. “There’s no God here, sweetheart. Just demons from hell.”

I can only whimper, my mind going numb as my body lights itself on fire. “I-I need…” I lose my breath.

“I know, little mate.” Xander pushes my legs back to my chest until I bend in half, exposing my puckered hole to him.

With his other hand, he reaches into the cabinet beside his coffin and pulls out a bottle of lube, uncapping it with his teeth and dripping a healthy amount onto my hole. It’s icy compared to my skin and I gasp, my knees threatening to collapse as I hold my legs back.

“Xander…” I whine, my own voice unrecognizable. “It’s cold.”

Chuckling, he spreads the lubricant around my rim, testing the tightness of my skin with the tip of his finger. I bare down and suck his digit in, desperate to have him inside of me. My body is aching to be filled with his heated cock.

Xander’s finger is bigger than mine, bigger than anyone else's I've ever had, and one already satiates the burn inside of me. But as he carefully pumps in and out of my hole, the need for more quickly returns. I whimper, clamping my muscles around his finger, unable to get the words out.

But he answers my need. Sliding not one but two more fingers into me until I gasp. The stretch is satisfying and the thickness of all three digits has my eyes rolling into the back of my head. My body relaxes as Xander massages my inner walls and my mind melts. Until the tip of his index finger brushes that tiny spot inside which has my back arching and a wail slipping from my throat.

The drying mix of blood and saliva pulls tight against my skin, sending a shiver through me as I press my hips back into his waiting hand.

“Fuck my fingers, sweetheart. Take everything I give you.” Xander’s voice no longer sounds like his but his leathery scent still drowns my lungs and I need more. So much more.

Hitting that spot over and over, Xander is relentless as he toys with my body. Spreading his fingers wide, scissoring my walls open and stretching my hole until I feel the cool air brushing past my entrance.

“Xander, more.” I claw at him, feeling the way I clench down desperately to find relief.

Growling back at me, Xander’s eyes are trained on where his fingers sink into my depths. “You respond so well to me, little mate. I’ll give you so much more.”

Fisting his cock and using the remainder of lube from his fingers, Xander slides his spongy cockhead across my fluttering hole. He’s burning hot and I writhe beneath him, digging my nails into his bulky shoulders.

I don't even realize how much I’m whining and whimpering until Xander gently hushes me with a tentative kiss, his fangs cutting into my bottom lip and releasing more of that pure bliss to float into my mind.

“W-Why does it feel so good?” I cry out as he presses forward and sinks his tip past my ring of muscle.

Barely able to get the words out, Xander pants. “My venom, in my saliva. It’s designed for pleasure. The more I bite, the more you feel it.”

My eyes shut and the air in my lungs is punched out as Xander slides another inch inside of me. His cock is weighty and hot against my inner walls and I give him a cheeky squeeze, causing another deep growl to rise from his chest.

“Fuck. Open your eyes. Watch me fuck you.”