SILVER-HEART

When the pixies attacked me and had their bites on me, it felt like my life force was being drained, it was a scary feeling, to have a little thousand bites on every part of your skin devouring your whole body nonstop.

But this?

Right now?

I agreed for a moment I considered panicking when his canines broke my skin. My lips even parted for a scream but all that died into no sound when the strong utopia sensation hit me. Causing my eyes to roll at the back of my head, the feeling of his cold fangs burying into my skin and the feeling of something leaving me, it wasn’t my life force but it felt like... my blood?

I was too lost in the feeling that caused outlandish bliss to storm through me, why does it feel so good? I was already climaxing until I came down from the heights of pleasure, panting, covered in sweat, and set my eyes on the man who had my wrist buried in his lips, a groan of ecstasy vibrating from his chest.

Until he forcibly pulled away like he snapped out of the utopia feeling himself, his head drew back with eyes squeezed shut and I licked my lips when I caught a trail of my blood trail down from the corner of his lips down to his throat.

William still basked in the feeling, lost, his chest heaving like he was coming down from the heights of pleasure.

I felt my senses pick up, the sensation in my entire body coming in a full drive, I was super sensitive up to the point that even a mere gust of air got me stimulated. I was lust driven to the point I almost lost my own thoughts.

Most especially when his eyes descended back to me and I was caught in utopia, with intense driven hunger that crushed within me.