It hurt.

But only at first.

He rushed into me in such a fast, hard snap that I felt as if my insides would be rearranged. 

I think the small 'yelp' I let out let him know that he needed to be carful, but it didn't stop him from doing his worst. In long hard strides he fucked me with a fierce strength. I was still wet from my first orgasm, allowing him to easily slip in and out of me. The brutal movements cause my breath to leave my lungs. My pussy tightened over and over again around him, the intensity building up quicker than I could have anticipated.

I came almost instantly as the head of his cock rubbed against the most sensitive part of my inner walls. I clenched around him, and it felt good to hear him groan as I throbbed. Unraveling around him was heaven. A false sense of heaven maybe, but a heavenly experience nonetheless.

I heard him let out a shallow 'fuck' as he reared up. His hips thrusted faster, the slap of his thighs against mine echoed through the room. In turn, with each thrust from him I was pushed up further on the bed until my head was nearly hitting the headboard. He reached up and took hold of the top of it with both hands before looking down to me.

He looked glorious above me. His dark eyes focused and possessive, his mouth opened and his fangs sharp and sparkling. My mouth was hanging open, my breath coming in very short and shallow. I could barley moan, groan, or squeak with the way his body hit mine.

It took my breath away.

As if all of the air in my lungs left my body, and I was surviving only on the pleasure coursing through me. I wasn't just on fire, I was electrified.

My core was tightening around him, and my arousal seeped out from between our friction together. Dripping from me, the sounds of the wetness between us clapped along with the echoes of our actions. It was deep, hard, and I could barley hang on.

He moved so hard.

I could tell by the way the muscles in his arms flexed that he was trying to contain himself. He was holding back his true strength and god I'm sure if he let himself loose, he would surely kill me.

He roared and threw his head back. "Fuck..." he yelled. He let go of the headboard and threw himself backwards, but not before reaching under me and pulling me to follow on top of him.

He was still stuffed deep inside of me when his back hit the mattress, and I felt like an absolute mess. My entire body was wet with sweat. There was blood dried all over my neck and shoulder, some even on my chest.

Blood?

Isn't that supposed to disgust me?

Isn't it supposed to be revolting?

Why was it so hot?

Why did the flesh memory and idea of his fangs deep inside of me so arousing?

Why did it make me throb?

Why did I want more, even when it wasn't over yet?

I was too focused on being on top of him to really answer my own questions. The empowering feeling to be on top of this beautiful dark man was making my nipples tingle.

His hands held me by the juncture where my waist and hips met. His fingers dug into my skin, bruises already starting to show.

"Move." He commanded.

Move?

How does he expect me to move?

He has drained me of all my energy, and my inner thighs were so sore from his thrusting, I could barely keep myself upright. As I was trying to steady myself to attempt to move, he became impatient and decided to help me.

Pushing my hips back and forth I danced on his pelvis, his cock deep inside of me. Each scrape of the flesh inside of me brought shivers to my body, and honestly, I was getting warn out.

"I can't." I breathed out. Rapidly my body became weaker. I was stiff, and his movements became painful. "H-hurts." I squeaked. I collapse on top of him, and his hands moved from their firm place on my hips to run up my back.

"Sore?" he asked me, and I nodded my head. So strange it was, I didn't feel this way a few minutes ago, but sure enough my entire body started to ache. "Let me bite you again." He breathed, and I felt him throb inside of me.

Whimpering I attempted to speak out. "B-but...I can't."

"It will help." He grunted.

"Okay." I agreed. There was no point in fighting him.

He quickly pulled my hair to the side, and chomped down on my throat, but this time didn't take any of my blood. It was as if he pumped something into me, and though the bite hurt, I could feel my body relax instantly, a surge of energy flowing through me.

Confused, yet grateful that the pain was gone, I started to gyrate my hips letting him scrape against my wet walls. His hand rested on my thighs and he held on tightly as I moved faster and faster.

He let out the most sinful of moans. His mouth hung open, he was breathing heavily and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. It spurred me on. The tightening twist inside me ignored. All I wanted was to watch him cum.

I braced myself, each of my palms flat against the bed on each side of his head. I used every ounce of energy I had and moved up and down on him. Rolling my hips, trying to move as fast as I could, I knew I wouldn't last long like this. I was already getting tired again and I felt like I just started.

"Taehyung." I breathed, desperate to see him finish.

"Almost." He replied, equally as breathy. "I'm almost there, baby. Keep going."

I did as he asked. I felt my stomach twist again and when heard the noise Taehyung made, and the facial expression he wore I came again.

My body shook around him, his hands on my hips as he thrusted up into me, grunting out as he came. "Oh fuck."

As the final snap of an orgasm rocked through my loins, I really felt as if I had no energy left. Whatever it was that Tae pumped into me didn't last too long. I was honestly just happy to watch him come undone under me.

It felt empowering.

This beautiful creature of the night pumped me full of his seed, and all due to me. My movements, my energy, my body.

He let out a deep breath and relaxed back into the mattress. I was panting, my body dripping with sweat.

I thought that he would push me off of him, now that he had his climax. I was his snack and sex toy now after all.

But he surprised me when he lifted himself up and wrapped his arms around me. His palms flat against my back, he slowly moved them up and down as he allowed me to lean against him. My head rested on his shoulder comfortably, his hands running over my skin soothingly.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

I didn't move but I was thankfully able to speak. "I don't know. I was so sore and in pain, then you bit me and...what happened?"

"Our venom gives energy and spikes arousal."

"Oh."

"Did I hurt you?"

"Kind of." My voice small. "But I liked it."

"I need to pull out, and then I would like you to drink some of my blood. You could be hurt internally and I don't want you to die on me overnight."

"It's night time?"

He chuckled. "Yes."

"Okay." I breathed. "It's going to hurt when you pull out isn't it?"

"Probably, but as soon as I get you laid down; I will give you some of my blood. When you wake up you can shower."

"You're not going to leave me, are you?"

"No. I won't."

"Are you ever going to leave me?" I asked in a daze. It was a desperate question. I don't want to feel lonely anymore. Something about his possessiveness and claim over me mad me feel as if I was wanted.

Even if he just wanted my body and blood, at least I was wanted.

"You're mine." He said, his lips brushing against the skin of my neck. "I told you, you're mine and mine alone."

"Are you mine?" I asked, as he slowly pulled me off of his lap. I felt empty once my back hit the mattress.

He hovered over me, an amused grin on his face. "Do you want me to be yours?"

"Yes." I whispered; my eye lids heavy.

"Don't sleep yet." He said, biting his wrist. "Drink first, so I know you'll wake up alive."

He held his wrist to my lips, but I turned my head, determined to get my answer. "Are you mine?" I asked again.

"Drink and I'll give you your answer."

I let him press his wrist against my lips and my tongue swiped over the blood that was dripping. I swallowed a few drops before he was satisfied and pulled his wrist away. I relaxed back into the bed, almost asleep.

Tae laid next to me, pulling me into his embrace and running his fingers through my hair.

"I'll be yours." I heard him whisper to me. "Just don't leave me."

I heard the last part of his sentence, but sleep quickly took me before I could respond.

My body was exhausted, and though I was happy with the answer I got, it made me hurt. The vulnerable tone he used confirmed that there was way more to the creature who held me in his arms.