Page 34 of The Bleeding Hearts Club

“Will you tell me if I hurt you, sweetheart?” His concern pours over him as his touch stays feather light.

“You won’t hurt me, but if it comes to that, I promise I will tell you. But, Theo?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t want you to go easy on me. Show me how badly you need me like I need you.”

A snarl rumbles through his chest as his grip on me tightens. When he kisses me again, its the same amount of passion and energy we had kisses with yesterday when he had come to my room. I sigh into the kiss, melting into his grasp. Each tug of my swimsuit reveals more skin that he can’t seem to stop touching, like he’s trying to memorize every freckle and stretch mark that mares my flesh.

He stops when my breasts are free and groans painfully at the sight. One clawed hands comes forward to brush across the barbell through my nipples, and I hiss at the friction. I’m glad my bottom half is still covered by the suit cause I’m pretty damn sure my panties would be ruined by that single touch.

“Did they hurt?” he whispers, forehead pressed against the column of my throat, still stroking my tits. Up and down, right across my nipple to the underside, before circling back to do it again. He’s driving me fucking crazy.

“Yeah, when I first got them, and the few days after they were sore. But they don’t now.”

“Good.” It’s the only reply I got before his mouth latches around one, teeth tugging slightly on the barbell ring. A cry escapes me as my back arches against him mouth.

With his mouth taking over the torture of his hands, he moves them to pull the rest of the swimsuit away, caressing my belly and the swell of my hips.

As the fabric falls down my legs, Theo moves down my body, taking all the time in the world to get to the place I’m practically begging for his touch.

“You want me to show you how badly I want you?” He practically growls against my belly as his claws scratch down my thigh. I’m panting. Air? Never heard of her. I don’t need it when I’m this fucking close to having my biggest fantasy come to life.

“Uh, huh,” I mumbled incoherently. He grins.

“So teeth are on the table, huh?” He teases me with a gentle nip of his fangs on my hip where it meets my thigh. Okay, so maybe I’m a little embarrassed by how loud that moan was, but like. Can you blame me here?

“Oh, fuck yes. Please?”

“Want to know something I’ve heard before?” I grown in annoyance.

“Really? Now?”

He ignores me licking my skin where he had been leaving brushing kisses.

“I was told that the sweetest blood doesn’t come from the neck, despite what pop culture believes. And you know something, sweetheart?”

“Hmm?”

“Although you are the first I’ve ever tasted, I’m entitled to agree.”

We groan simultaneously as his teeth pierce the skin he had just nipped at. It’s like no feeling I’ve ever had before. The air rushes from my lungs, as I scream out from the pleasure of his bite. My pussy clenches as an orgasm surfaces through each lap of his tongue and suck of his lips to catch the blood flowing from the open wound.

“Fuck, Theo, I’m gonna cum,” my voice is hoarse.

“Mm, good.” And he doesn’t stop. He moves tot he inside of my other leg, and does it again. Soft kisses, turning rough, harsh sucks, and a slight sting of his fangs, with the first pace of his tongue over the fresh blood, I cry out as I cum.

My hips move and my legs shake as I ride the high.

How?

“Predator behavior. Like how spiders can paralyze their prey, we can subdue our prey. Why do you think the vampire in NOLA was selling his blood as a party drug?” He smirks as he looks up at me from beneath his lashes. Those fucking eyes.

“Oh,” I whisper as I slowly come down. Theo doesn’t seem phased. If anything, he just looks like a man starving.

He hums as he swipes his thumb through the blood pooling on my hip and brings it to my center, barely touching my clit as he rubs up and down my slit.

I clench my teeth from how sensitive I feel. It’s so good it’s almost too much.