There's my favorite Vamp.
Her succulent flavor varnished his tongue and insides with each prolonged drawl against her ivory flesh as the Original sought out more and more of the relief dispensed, to his own scorching gullet, only by the thick fluid gushing through her veins. It was intoxicating. All of his senses on overdrive. His feral nature yearning for what was being given whilst his body craved hers in an entirely different fashion. Yet, somehow, the two divergent appetites established settlement in accordance within one another.
A piercing sound from Erica’s own reddened lips was awarded at the precise point of impact — evoking a contented hum from the Original atop her lithe frame. When she proceeded to elongate her neck, in such a way to bestow him optimum position for feeding, Kol knew she was enjoying the brutality; far more than she would ever let on but he knew all the same. It is, after all, what they longed for from one another. No sweet sentiments exchanged beforehand, or even after. No dubious deliberation before each act. Nothing that would remotely suggest anything transpiring other than heated copulation — in the most lecherous ways one could conjure.
Erica was the ideal partner in that aspect. Sure, the she-wolf may not have been as practiced in eluding intimacy as he but so far they’d yet to hit a grey area, which was more than he could convey for most. Kol hadn’t even registered the tiny prick to the back of his neck until he felt his blood pooling to the surface once more — the feeling soon omitted as cool air was granted access to his toned torso. Finished with his workings on her tunic Kol proceeded to tear the remnants of his off in a timely fashion.
Her hips rising to meet his wasn’t anticipated and so the desperate friction withdrew a low sigh of approval from his throat. Having his fill of her blood Kol pulled back, the vampiric demeanor quickly vanishing to his attractive facade though he did not concern himself with wiping the faint splatters of red away. Instead, he rolled his hips forward eagerly greeting the wolf with vigorous intensity as his mouth collided with hers. His tongue slipping inside her oral cavity, immediately seeking hers out and beginning the battle for dominance. One he would be sure to win. His hands fell down her frame once more with determined purpose, undoing the button of her jeans before latching onto the denim and giving it a rough, downwards tug.
As soon as he pulled off the tattered bits of his shirt, she let her hands explore his body as they had in times before. Each rise and fall of his toned muscles were greedily soaked up by her warm fingers, and she let no area on his chest and abs go untouched. It was one of her favorite things about sex with Kol: that moment of feeling what a man's body was supposed to be, if one were able to do what one should for it.
She sighed when he pulled away from her throat, feeling the warm drops of blood still rolling down her skin. He'd made bigger puncture wounds this time, out of roughness, and she could feel the sting as he retreated. But she knew that before long, they would close back up, and no trace would be left of what had occurred. At times, she almost wished his marks could be left on her: just as proof that she, Erica Reyes, who was once a complete wallflower, could have been desired and taken by the man who could have anyone.
His hips rolled into hers, creating a moan in the back of her throat that she couldn't hold back. But he cut it off with his quick rough kiss, invading her mouth the very instant their lips touched. Erica pushed against him, reveling in the fight, making it a battle that he couldn't win easily. One hand placed on his chest, the other one toying with a belt loop on his front side, Erica was more than willing to fight as long as she had to before his dominance was forced on her entirely.
Kol wasted no time in ridding her of her jeans as well; he had them ripped off before she even registered what he was doing. The cool air hit her and she gasped, losing the battle of tongues in that split instant. Having lost in that, she decided to try something new. Her hand slid over just a couple of inches, before flicking open his jeans and slipping her hand down between the fabric, and the other thin material that held him in. She cupped him, on the outside of his boxers, before slipping a single finger through the necessary slit, finding his bare, sensitive skin, and running up and down it.
