Kyla

The things Diedrek is doing to my body is phenomenal. I never want this to end, I wish we could do this forever. I know that's silly, we must eat, and things like that sometime, but I just want him inside me. What he is doing with his fingers is amazing, he keeps this up I'm going to break.

"Right there." I shout as he hits a glorious spot within me.

Now that he's found it, he pounds into me harder and that much faster. "I'm going to come." I say into his neck.

"Good, let me feel you once more Angel." He breaths along my neck. I feel him lick me over and over on one spot of my neck. I know in my heart he's waiting for the moment I go over the edge so he can bite down against my skin.

A big part of me wants him to, more than anything in this world. I want to spend the rest of my life with this man. However, there's still a small part of myself that is afraid. I don't want to become something I hate, not being able to recognize myself when looking in the mirror or to become someone else entirely. What if my family hates me?

One second, I'm thinking about all my fears, the next my muscles are spasming around his member. "Ohhhh, yesssss." I cry out, dragging out the words with each shiver of my body.

He kisses my neck; in the same spot he's been licking. Then, he tells me he loves me, before I feel his teeth sink into my skin. This makes everything heightened. I thought my first orgasm was amazing, this tops that so much more. His bite makes the sensations greater.

It feels like it goes on forever, I could live in this moment right here and now, and never be unhappy. Within a second or two, although it feels more like hours, he breaks away from my neck, looking up to the ceiling, I see his eyes are rolled back into his head, as I feel him lose himself inside of me.

When he catches his breath, he looks down at me with a bloody smile. I must be spending too much time with him and the other vampires because I find even this sexy. I bring my hand to his lips and touch my blood. He nips at my fingers, making me squeal with glee. "You're turn baby girl." He looks deep into my eyes.

Not breaking eye contact he brings his wrist to his mouth, bites down into his own flesh, and allows his blood to flow down his skin. Some drips on top of my breasts before he brings it to my mouth. He nods his head at me, giving me a soothing look.

"Drink Angel." He called me by the nickname he gave me, causing my heart to melt in this moment. He doesn't have to tell me again. I grab a hold of his wrist and bring it to my mouth. Saying a silent prayer that all will end up okay after this, I sink my teeth into him. I suck in his blood, surprisingly it tastes sweet. Like berries with a hint of iron.

Drinking from him must give him endorphins as well. His cock is growing hard inside of me yet again, and his hips have begun to move. Moaning along his skin, he wraps his free arm around my head, and brings me close to his body.

The sound of his moans and groans is turning me on all over again. "That's its Angel. Don't stop." He can barely make out the words, he's so breathless.

I love that I am for once doing this to him. I take it a step further; with my free hand I move my hair from my neck. Tilting it up towards him I silently tell him what I want. Out of the corner of my eye I see him look to my neck, to my face, and back to my neck. He licks his lips and digs his fangs into me once more.

Euphoria. There's no other word for the feelings. That is what we both feel in this one shared moment. The fucking, the biting, drinking of one another's blood, our life source. It's exponentially euphoric.

All at once, we come together once more. Our pounds of flesh between each of our lips holds our screams at bay. I break away from his wrist, as he does my neck. We look to one another, smiling. He pulls his member from my body and makes his way off the bed.

"Lay down Angel." He takes me by the shoulders and lays my body down.

"Where are you going?" I try to lift my upper body so I can look up at him, but he won't move his hand. I do what I can to relax my muscles, and just look at the ceiling a moment, feeling the happiest I have felt in my life.

"To get a cloth. I need to wash between your legs." His words have me trying to look at the bedding, but he holds my face up to him.

"It's all right. You're okay. Just a little blood. It happens after the first time." He doesn't break eye contact with me until he feels my heart calming down.

He kisses my forehead and walks to the bathroom. My eyes stay on him the entire time. I watch as he walks slowly back to me. He rubs me between my legs, and my eyes shut with the soreness that I feel.

"It'll feel better by morning. Just a little tender still." He speaks.

Once I'm clean, he throws the rag behind him onto the floor, and joins me on the bed. Lying next to me, he wraps his arm around me, drags me so our bodies are so close there is no space between us.

"Try to sleep Angel. I'm not sure when the process will start. Not even sure if you'll feel too much of a change at all being what you are. But I will watch over you tonight." He kisses my forehead.

Making me feel better already, I turn my body into his. Laying along his chest, I think of how things will be different in the morning. How I will change within the next night or two. Closing my eyes, I listen to his heartbeat against my ear. Lulling me to sleep.