I screamed. But it wasn’t because I was in pain. The intensity of the sensations was just too much and I shattered, arching my back as much as Michael’s body would allow.
At some point, while I was still mindless and writhing around, his cool lips found the curve of my neck and bit me again, and it felt better than I ever thought possible. Even better than biting my nipple.
The warmth of my blood filled Michael’s mouth and the feel of his mouth moving, drawing more of it out made my toes curl. With every beat of my heart, my breast throbbed from where his fang pierced my flesh, and it just amplified what he was doing to me.
A growl, low and throaty escaped from him as he moved harder and faster, still drinking from me. My orgasms came one after the next and I lost all sense of myself, existing only to feel every bit of Michael I could.
Finally, as his speed increased beyond anything a human was capable of, he pulled away from my neck and hissed as he came, and I followed after him.
It was beyond my wildest imagination. Especially for my first time. And as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I knew that one encounter with him wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy that need that grew within me over the last several years. It amplified tenfold just in those last few minutes.
Before that day, I never thought vampires were real, but there I was, gasping for air after having mind-blowing sex with one.
And the thought never occurred to me that he might drain me dry after he bit me. There was something about him that made me trust him. I didn’t know what it was or why, but I did. I knew, deep down, that he would never hurt me.
Though I heard enough stories about vampires over the course of my life, the desire for that bite and in knowing that my blood fueled a vampire was never something I noticed before. And as my mind slowly returned, I knew that was exactly what happened.
My blood is Michael’s fuel. It is a part of him now.
I wasn’t sure why, but that thought excited me. It felt like on some cellular level that I would forever be connected to Michael, the first vampire I ever met.
But before I could continue with that train of thought, he shifted and collapsed to the mattress next to me, taking a deep breath — which was saying something for a vampire — and without hesitation, he lifted his hand to his mouth so fast, I almost missed it.
He held his thumb in front of my face, a tiny bead of blood was there, where he pressed it against his fang an instant before. “Here, this will heal you.”
“But won’t it…,” I trailed off.
“Turn you? No, that’s a much more complicated process. There has to be a blood exchange prior to your death, and then I would have to revive you as a vampire.”
“Oh,” I breathed and lifted my head, taking his thumb into my mouth. The taste of his cool blood was like an explosion of pennies, almost electrifying — and to me, it tasted sweet. Swallowing, I pulled back in a slow movement, letting his thumb slide out of my mouth.
I thought I heard him groan, but I couldn’t be sure, but then I forgot as pain exploded through my neck and my breast.
© Sarah Doughty
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