Flash and Micro Fiction, Him

Him Part Nineteen

His voice traveled down my spine in a delicious shiver and I came again, hard and fast.

My mind was gone, lost in him. It didn’t feel like I was nothing more than a woman with no prior experience with men.

I felt my body move in perfect rhythm with his. Though he wasn’t breathing like a normal man, I could feel his urgency and it drove me higher.

My perfect night with a vampire wouldn’t be complete without his bite, but I paused for an instant, wondering if Michael even possessed the control necessary to bite without draining me.

Could vampires feed without killing their victims? Did they even want to bite during sex?

I didn’t know the answers to those questions, but then I forgot what I was thinking as Michael froze and pulled back enough to look at me. His stormy eyes flashed against the low light in the open warehouse he called home.

“What’s wrong?” his fingers traced my cheek as his eyes searched mine.

“Um,” I breathed, not knowing what to say. Then I felt my cheeks flame.

“Just talk to me. You have nothing to feel embarrassed about.”

It took a few moments to muster up the courage to speak. “Do you want to bite me?” I blurted and Michael’s perfect lips lifted into a sly grin, revealing a hint of fang.

“Do you want me to bite you, Tessa?”

The sound of his voice traveled over my skin, leaving that delicious sensation of goose bumps.

Before I could respond, his grin widened as his hips thrust against me with a long, slow grind and I cried out. “My, aren’t you full of surprises.”

In that instant, I wasn’t embarrassed any longer. I wasn’t even sure I cared if Michael would drink every drop of my blood. I just wanted to feel his fangs puncture my skin and his mouth pulling my blood, all while he fucked me until my mind went blank.

And then I wanted him to do it again.

“Remember what I said,” Michael breathed. “You will come to no harm while in my presence.”

“Please,” I begged as I tried to nod.

Before I realized what he was doing, his head dipped to my neck and I prepared myself for the bite. But instead, his cool mouth kissed my flesh and I trembled. Then, while his hips kept up that slow rhythm, his mouth traveled down.

He captured my nipple in his mouth and his tongue swirled around the sensitive tip.

Then he bit me and I exploded.

© Sarah Doughty

This is part 19 of Him. Read part 1part 2, part 3part 4part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, and part 18.
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This was also published at UInk.ca.

21 thoughts on “Him Part Nineteen”

  1. Wow what an ending. Sarah, you make this so sensual. Other than the books of Stephenie Meyers and Anne Rice, I haven’t read any other vampire writing. You write the actual desire to bite or be bitten just as alluring as the act of sex. Great writing.

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    1. Thank you! That’s what I was going for. I can’t begin to explain how awful some stories are about vampires… Even the whole necrophilia vibes. But I’ve always wanted to show how vampires in my world are so much more than that. They aren’t dead, just supernatural. 😊

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    1. Thank you, Malcolm! I appreciate that you read it! It’s not typically something that men will read. But often, the ones that do read them find them to be very interesting. 😊


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