Chapter Six
That was all it took. Beau immediately pounced on her. She giggled as he held her closely. Beau kissed her neck tenderly, feeling Valery’s pulse as her blood ran through her veins. His mouth watered, he wanted to taste her in every way.
As he kissed her neck, Beau slid his hand up and down her body, feeling every inch of her. He slowly caressed her skin, sliding his hand down over her hips. Then, Beau slid a finger under the pink thong string, gently teasing Valery’s clit. She moaned slightly, not wanting to give him too much too soon.
Beau continued, adding a second finger. He massaged her clit, feeling it swelling as Valery’s desire increased. Then, sliding down off the foot of the bed, Beau pulled Valery to the edge of the bed. He ripped the thong off of her and thrust three of his fingers deep inside of her wet slit. She gasped, arching her back as heat enveloped her. Valery let out several moans of pleasure while Beau continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her tight, wet slit.
After a few minutes, Beau leaned down and took her clit into his mouth. Valery’s back arched again and she gasped, grasping for the sheets beneath her.
“Beau!” she moaned his name with such passion, that it caused a shudder of excitement to pulse through Beau.
He continued to pleasure Valery until his cock threatened to explode out of his jeans. Beau rose and pulled off his shirt. Valery watched as his muscular physique towered over her. Then, with one quick movement, he unbuttoned his jeans and slipped out of them. His cock was free, and it expanded completely, throbbing with desire.
Valery was undeniably aroused. She sat up on the foot of the bed. With one brisk movement, she took Beau’s bulging, hard cock into her mouth. He moaned, holding her head with his hand. Valery massaged his cock with her tongue, teasing the tip with little flutters of the tip of her tongue.
“Ooooh Valery,” Beau moaned, as he held her closer to him, feeling his climax growing closer and closer. Then he pulled her away, picked her up and lay her down onto the bed. He spread her legs apart and mounted her.
Beau moved back to her neck and began kissing and sucking it, again. With one thrust, he entered her. She moaned and pushed her hips down to take him in even deeper, his shaft filling every inch of her.
Passion and heat continued to overpower Valery. Sensation after sensation exploded within her, driving her toward her climax.
Beau continued to thrust in and out of her as he suckled her neck. He knew he was close. He wondered if the second he bit into her and began to taste her sweet succulent blood, would he be able to stop? He could sense her blood racing through her veins. Beau extended his fangs. It was now or never. He bit into her.
Valery’s blood filled his mouth. She moaned in ecstasy as she reached her climax. She screamed his name in passionate wails as he drank from her. Valery felt a pinching sensation in her neck as Beau took from her. The excitement grew and grew until she climaxed again. Her entire body went rigid as she grasped at the sheets and arched her back into him. She screamed his name with pleasure and finally collapsed.
Beau continued to drink from her. His desire for her blood was too strong. He tried to stop himself, but he couldn’t. He continued to drink. Beau began to panic, he knew he had to stop, but his willpower wasn’t strong enough to stop his overwhelming bloodlust.
Valery’s body started to soften. He was killing her. Beau could feel her heart starting to slow down. He couldn’t do this to her. He loved her.
Finally, Beau found the strength to rip himself away from her. Valery lay naked and motionless in his arms. Her blood ran from the two puncture holes in her neck. It christened the white pillows, turning them into a scarlet stain. Beau listened to her heart. It was weak, but still beating.
“Valery?” he asked, looking at her face. She looked as though she was sleeping, but Beau knew better. Had he waited any longer she would have died. Now all he could do was wait for her to wake up.
Shaking, Beau rose to his feet. What had he done? Why had he talked her into this? His anger at himself began to rage through him. He could have just killed the love of his life.
Hours passed and he didn’t leave her side. Eventually, Valery’s heart began to speed up again. Her body had replenished enough of her blood to keep her alive. Beau sat next to her. He dressed and covered her with a blanket.
More hours passed, and Beau’s guilt was almost too much for him to bear. Suddenly, Valery started to stir. Slowly, she opened her eyes. She looked confused and frightened.
“What happened?” she squeaked out, quietly.
“I almost killed you,” answered Beau, bitterly. “I’m so sorry, my love. I couldn’t stop…” He hated himself.
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Valery’s mind was foggy. She remembered making hot, passionate love. She remembered climaxing over and over and then…. Nothing. Valery struggled to remember him biting her, the heat that had surged through her. So, he had almost killed her. He hadn’t been lying about the risks involved. She knew she should be angry with him, but at this moment in time, she didn’t have the strength.
“Rest my love. We can talk about this when you wake,” said Beau cautiously. He gently ran his fingers through her hair. Soon, she was sleeping again.