Dante's POV He was just as delicious as I remembered. It took me everything in my power not to drain him. He tasted like I remembered, if not better, and I was struggling not to lose my mind. I was more affected than I thought I'd be. This was different. This was something I couldn't place a finger on. I reached for the nightstand and pulled out the lube I had stashed there, leaning down to kiss him. He reacted so desperately moaning and writhing in pleasure. I pulled away, rubbed the lube on my fingers, and then dipped down to his pretty hole. As soon as my fingers made contact with his hole he clenched and jolted up in pleasure. The toxins in his blood make the pleasure from everything almost four times its normal feel. "Does that feel good?" I asked kissing his neck. "Yes, Yes," he moaned out in pleasure, and I smiled. I slowly inserted my finger in, taking my time to stroke it in and out of him. He moaned and begged and cried lifting himself off the b
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