...m deeper into her hips. His movements becoming harsher, harder as she came beneath him, the leg over his hips still holding him tight. Her lips whispering his name, telling him she knew, on some level she knew what was happening and his heart soared at the thought. He'd claimed her, taken her and she wanted him to, shit she smelled fuckin' fantastic, all sex and blood.
Both sides of him howled at the thought, after he'd come he had to taste her, bury his face in her, clean her, eat her alive until he *owned* her. It was the thought of her taste that brought him over, spilling himself over the shirt that protected him from her skin. Growling he ground the last pieces of pleasure from her hips before tearing himself away from her.
Seeing the dampness of his ejaculate on the cloth and the darker stain of her own juices flowing from her. Tearing the cloth away he could see the dark red on her night shorts, plucking her leg back down he gripped the edges of the shorts. Taking his time he guided them down off her body, revealing her stained underwear, the fresh blood on them luring him in.
Moving the shorts down to her ankles he dropped his head onto her sex, licking the blood that had collected there. Tasting her, scenting her, the mixture of her release with the heady bloodscent making him hard again. He had to keep himself braced over her as he licked the stain, bucking against the bed in an effort to ease his need to fuck her. Growling as r...