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I tease around my clit the way I like, before delicately flicking the hood and moan again. Then I say, “I don’t know . . . you’ll enjoy that too much, I think.”

“I will,” he readily admits. “But it’ll leave me hard as a fucking stone, and then you can laugh at my frustration.”

“That does sound fun,” I agree, dipping my fingers in my wetness and spreading it over my clit. I pretend to think about it for a while longer, all while masturbating. I can feel the intensity of Julian’s gaze on me as I do, the way he is practically vibrating with the need to touch me. I feel like some sexy goddess, the way I’m commanding his attention. “Hmm . . . alright. If you’re a good boy and make me come, maybe I’ll even let you taste me too.”

“Thank fuck,” he murmurs. Without a moment of hesitation, he literally rips my panties off, tearing the silk and lace.

“Hey! I liked those!”

“I’ll get you more,” he mutters darkly. He hitches my other leg up around his hips, so that my pelvis is tilted up toward him, and pulls my hands away from my pussy, to my frustration. I had almost built up to a decent climax, but I don’t have much time to be annoyed when his fingers replace them, and magic happens. He is an expert at petting my “petit chat,” to borrow his turn of phrase. His fingers spear my center, scissoring in a way that feels divine, before curling and tapping my G-spot like he had a damn map to it or something. I practically choke on the sudden, deep pleasure and keen out a little moan mixed with a shriek. Then his thumb comes to my clit, massaging forcefully around it in a way that puts my own efforts to shame. It should be too much, but it is somehow just enough. I squirm on his fingers, but he ruthlessly curls them again, massaging down on my G-spot, and my legs actually spasm. I want to toy with him and fight off my orgasm longer, but he’s too good, playing my body like a damn violin, and I’m not going to be able to last. His thumb starts flicking lightly over the hood of my clit even as he still attacks my G-spot, and I’m helpless but to come, my back bowing off the bed, my legs clenching around his hips, and I scream out. I don’t think I’ve ever screamed with an orgasm before, but the force of my rapture rips the sound from my throat, echoing in the space.

His hands miss a beat at my scream, and then he shudders with his whole body. “Your voice, ma souris . . . it is like you shared the aftershocks of your pleasure with me. I could feel how well I pleased you . . .” He then kisses my lips, long and languorous, before pulling back. “Let me do it again?”

I mutely nod, the words fucked out of my head, but he doesn’t seem to mind my silence. Instead, he gently pulls my legs down from his hips and slides down my body, inch by delicious inch. He stops momentarily at my breasts, giving them each a kiss over the fabric of my dress. “Hello, mes amis. I will play with you another time, yes?”

He doesn't seem to expect a response, just keeps heading down to my pussy, which is still lightly clenching with the force of my orgasm. Without prelude, he attacks my center with lips and tongue, just as expertly as he did with his fingers.

“Mmm . . .” he groans against my intimate place, “You taste like ambrosia, ma souris. The perfect taste of a willing, wanton woman.”

I can feel a second orgasm galloping forward, reaching toward the peak as he plays with my body. His hands join the feast of sensation, and he reaches into me again to press on my G-spot while sucking mercilessly on my clit. Then he growls, and I swear I can feel the vibrations all the way up to my teeth.

“Let me feed from you,” he urges.

“What?” I ask hazily. It’s hard to think when one is close to a life-shattering orgasm.

“Let me feed from you and show you the orgasm that only a vampire can give. Let me show you that pleasure, ma souris.”

I’m lust-drunk and desperate for release, but I still understand what he’s asking and, if anything, I get even wetter. The idea of mixing the glow of his bite with an orgasm seems like it'll be too good. Like it will ruin me for all other sex, but I don’t care. I buck my hips and sigh. “Do it.”

Within a second, he clamps down on my G–spot, massages my clit, and bites into the flesh of my thigh, all at the exact same time. I come instantly, flying into the stratosphere of pleasure, before I feel him take a long pull from my leg, and I cease to exist. I shatter into nothing but sensation, a ball of pleasurable nerves, my entire body transformed into an erogenous zone. It’s like I’m being remade, the usual euphoria of being fed on mingling with my climax, and I swear I begin to cry. Tears of joy cascade from my eyes as he feeds and feeds and feeds, my climax never-ending.

Finally, after what seems like hours but was probably only minutes, he pulls away from my thigh and gives it a long, sensual lick, healing the bite with his saliva. Then he climbs up my body to face me and gently brushes away my tears from my temples.

“Good?” he asks.

I can’t help but laugh. “Fantastic.”

The room is a little lighter than it was when we started. The sun must be rising, the early morning rays peeking in through the curtains, though none of the light falls onto the bed itself. Still, I can see his handsome face more than before, and I rise up to give him a kiss of gratitude, tasting myself and my blood on his tongue, but I don’t mind. He hungrily takes my lips again, and I feel his erection grind a little on my stomach.

I pull back and gesture at his cock. “Are you sure that you’ll be okay with not taking care of that? Won’t it be painful?”

Julian laughs and takes my lips again, this time in a brief, chaste peck that somehow still gives me shivers. “I’ll be fine, ma souris. I can take your punishment like a grown man. I’ll enjoy playing games of pleasure with you, ma jolie fille.”

I smile back, even though I can’t help but think that this might be a one-time thing. A brief moment of madness for us both, caused by the trauma of the evening. We both needed an outlet for our feelings and found one. But he seems so sure that we will fall into bed again, and I’m not sure that I want to disabuse him of that notion. Because the truth is, I enjoyed myself. If he wants to do this again, I think I would say yes. Ill-advised as it may be.

I let out a little laugh. Of course, I would say yes. This was the best sex I’ve ever had, bar none, and I haven’t even seen his dick yet. Apparently, none of my other boyfriends had any idea what they were doing.

Julian lies on his side next to me, pulling me to him. “What’s so amusing, ma souris? Share with the class.”

“Oh, no. It would be far too good for your ego.”

He grins. “Well, now you must share it.”

“What will you give me?” I challenge.

His grin widens. “The student becomes the master. Alright, little mouse, tell me what you want in exchange for your thoughts.”

I relax into his arms, thinking. I still feel weightless, riding the high from earlier, and it puts me in the best kind of mood. I could ask for more money or something else to give me a sense of security, but I find that I am sentimental. I want to know more about the vampire in my bed so I can feel closer to him.