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Scene #70
He draped his body over the chair in the semi dark room and watched
her. There was a certain something about the way her long hair
flowed over her shoulders and down her back. He could see himself
wrapping the tresses around his arm to feast on her mouth. Her lips
pouted ever so perfectly. He remembered tasting from them on the
dance-floor. She was sweet. The way her body curved in sensual
slopes from her hips, her stomach up to her breasts hypnotized him.
He moaned – those gorgeous, delectable breasts. His fingers dug
into the arm of the leather chair and he heard it the moment the
material gave allowing his fingers to fall inside. He shifted in
his seat, and raked his fingers through his hair. The low
hum was her heart. The beautiful, delicious sound of blood gushing
through her body turned him on more than her writhing body did.
She gyrated, spun around, motioned for him to come to her – but he
wasn't ready. He wanted her to drive his body into such a frenzy
that when he took her, it wasn't because he wanted to; it would be
because he absolutely because he couldn't help himself. She lay her
body against the bed, arched upward and allowed her hips to do the
talking. They swayed, convulsed, writhed and suddenly, ever so
slowly, she spread her legs giving him a peak of what she had to
offer. He licked his lips and a low growl escaped his throat. The
sound echoed through the old mansion on the silent hill and
suddenly he heard birds scurrying away. Strip for me.
With no mind of her own because he was controlling her, she rose
and removed her clothes. Her dark , chocolate skin glistened
sexily in the moonlight. He watched eagerly, hungrily while
returned to the bed. This time she crawled on her knees up towards
the headboards giving him a peak from behind. He knew then he
could wait no longer. His fangs lowered as he rose and removed his
shirt. It pooled to the ground behind him followed by his pants.
He climbed to the bed, wrapped his arms around her ankles and
tugged. She flipped and moaned when her back hit the bed. He
spread her legs before his eyes and licked his lips. His felt the
moment his eyes changed colours and bowed his head.
Pleasure Slowly, he moved up her body, his tongue trailing
over her soft, sweet smelling skin. He stopped to tease a nipple
then continued upward. He rested his mouth against her neck, over
the vein that had been calling him all night. He moaned and opened
his mouth. She was lust, beauty and pleasure. She was
expendable She was food.
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