Possessive Stepbrother

It seemed like an infinity, as she lay there, unable to stop the bliss she was feeling, unable to breath to fill her lungs with sweet oxygen. In the middle of all that pleasure, she felt a sharp pang and felt his lips on the inside of her thigh.

His cheeks were deep hollows as he suckled at her flesh, his tongue a fiery brand against her skin. With one last whimper of pleasure, her eyes closed and she slept, feeling the heat of his palm against her eyes as he covered them.

Lucien felt the joy of her orgasm in the adrenaline filled blood he took from her. It was sweet and he knew he would have to be careful not to take too much. Pulling in one last mouthful of her blood, he licked at the wound, watching the tiny punctures close and begin to heal.

The taste of her was even better than he'd thought, her purity and innocence giving her a flavor that was almost overwhelming to him. He rose in the bed, pulling the coverlet over the two of them after he'd stripped off the rest of his clothes