There
was still some blood on the left corner of his mouth. I licked it off before
kissing his lips. He ran his hands down my back, as I stared into his pale
blue eyes.
"Et je vous aime
trop avec tous mon coeur et ame. [And I do love you too with all of my
heart and soul.] I am not going anywhere and seriously, I can't see myself
going back to Edmonton."
He rose up and
kissed me again. He ran his hands through my long, wet, charcoal black
hair, pulling it back. We both rose to our knees as I started to kiss his
neck down to his chest.
His scars ran
from his face down past his thigh on his right side of his body. The Holy
Water did scarred his little friend, but believe me did not scarred his
performance. It was still incrediable.
He arched his
neck back and let out a deep sigh, enjoying my tongue playing with his
nipples. He let go of my hair and ran his hands down my back.
As he held onto
me, he gently laid me back against the tub, spreading my legs apart. He
slipped inside of me, I grabbed on to the edge of the tub, wrapping my
legs around him.
My eyes were glowing
red and my fangs were already showing. So was his. He bend his neck lower,
closer to me, wanting me to taste his blood.
We simultously
sanks our fangs down on each other necks, drinking the blood. I ran my
hands down his back again, but harder this time, feeling his blood underneath
my fingernails.
He tensed up for
a second, feeling the pain on his back, but he continued to drink my blood.
