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“I’m thinking a happy yellow.” Charlotte spins around our darkened bedroom, the notebook in her hands, as she ponders painting possibilities. I’ve given her free rein to redecorate because, although I’m now a vampire, I was a man first, and men don’t care what color curtains are. “Something bright and cheerful.”
She’s my something bright and cheerful. I peel off my clothes, as she turns and talks. She’s bubbling over with excitement and happiness, despite my woeful lack of baking supplies. Charlotte wished to immediately try the very first recipe Helena had transcribed for her, but I, according to my beloved, squashed her plans with my depressingly bare pantry.
That was news to me. I didn’t know I had a pantry.
Charlotte tilts her head, a fine red eyebrow raised. I have no idea what she’s asked me. I should have been listening to her instead of watching her breasts bounce.
“You look beautiful in yellow.” Her chattiness must be contagious as I’m not one for effusive compliments. Now completely naked, I strip her of my large shirt and that grubby green skirt.
“That reminds me.” She sticks up one finger. I close my lips round it, sucking on her skin. “I need clothes.” Her voice softens.
I reluctantly release her finger. “But not today.” I lift Charlotte onto our bed.
“But not today.” She sets aside the notebook, her green eyes glowing.
I hand the notebook back to her. “Read, Charlotte.” What I plan to do is best accomplished without the help of her busy little hands. I kiss down her body.
“But I --”
“Read.” I swirl my tongue around her belly button.
Her chest lifts and falls with her small sigh. “Well, if you insist, sunshine.” She opens the notebook, and I watch her expressive face, as I nibble and lick over her hips, exploring every indent and curve.
“Viktor, did you see this?” I get smacked in the head with the book. “The blood tarts weren’t the only desserts they have. Some of these… ohhh…”
I comb through her private curls, finding her heat, and she wiggles under me, her ass swishing against the sheets.
“Some of these cake recipes… Oh, sweetheart…” She squirms as I dip my fingers into her wetness. “Some…” Her voice is breathy. “Some I can tweak…” I flick her clit, and she cries out. “…into cupcakes.” I finger her folds as she thumbs through the pages in the book. I’m looking for her luscious cream. I don’t know what she’s searching for. “Reduce the baking…” I extend my tongue, and lick the glistening moisture off her pink flesh, tasting the most intimate part of Charlotte. “…time. Oh, Viktor.”
The notebook drops on the mattress, and she buries her fingers in my hair, as I bury my tongue in her tight hole, searching for more flavor, more of my beloved.
I almost lost her today, that disaster averted only by dumb luck and the renegade vampire Nico’s presence, and I need to reassure myself that she is here, eternally undead and forever mine. I stroke into her with my tongue as I yearn to stroke into her with my cock, and she pants, pulling at my hair, the pain in my scalp proving this isn’t a dream. I am feasting on my beloved, my Charlotte, and I’m no longer alone. I’ll never be alone again.
“Oh yes, Viktor, eat me. Eat me all up, you big sexy vamp.” She calls out nonsense, and it makes me smile, a true genuine smile heating the cold recesses of my unbeating heart.
I pump into her with my tongue, caressing her pussy walls, until all of her is pulsing to the same tempo, her blood pounding through her veins.
“Viktor, sunshine, my gorgeous man, my…” She dances underneath me, her breasts jiggling, her ass bouncing off the mattress.
I remove my tongue and draw back my fangs. “Come for me, Charlotte.” Lowering onto her, I ever-so-gently scrape my fangs over her clit.
She screams, levitating off the bed, flying like that bat she insists we can shift into, her
“I’m thinking a happy yellow.” Charlotte spins around our darkened bedroom, the notebook in her hands, as she ponders painting possibilities. I’ve given her free rein to redecorate because, although I’m now a vampire, I was a man first, and men don’t care what color curtains are. “Something bright and cheerful.”
She’s my something bright and cheerful. I peel off my clothes, as she turns and talks. She’s bubbling over with excitement and happiness, despite my woeful lack of baking supplies. Charlotte wished to immediately try the very first recipe Helena had transcribed for her, but I, according to my beloved, squashed her plans with my depressingly bare pantry.
That was news to me. I didn’t know I had a pantry.
Charlotte tilts her head, a fine red eyebrow raised. I have no idea what she’s asked me. I should have been listening to her instead of watching her breasts bounce.
“You look beautiful in yellow.” Her chattiness must be contagious as I’m not one for effusive compliments. Now completely naked, I strip her of my large shirt and that grubby green skirt.
“That reminds me.” She sticks up one finger. I close my lips round it, sucking on her skin. “I need clothes.” Her voice softens.
I reluctantly release her finger. “But not today.” I lift Charlotte onto our bed.
“But not today.” She sets aside the notebook, her green eyes glowing.
I hand the notebook back to her. “Read, Charlotte.” What I plan to do is best accomplished without the help of her busy little hands. I kiss down her body.
“But I --”
“Read.” I swirl my tongue around her belly button.
Her chest lifts and falls with her small sigh. “Well, if you insist, sunshine.” She opens the notebook, and I watch her expressive face, as I nibble and lick over her hips, exploring every indent and curve.
“Viktor, did you see this?” I get smacked in the head with the book. “The blood tarts weren’t the only desserts they have. Some of these… ohhh…”
I comb through her private curls, finding her heat, and she wiggles under me, her ass swishing against the sheets.
“Some of these cake recipes… Oh, sweetheart…” She squirms as I dip my fingers into her wetness. “Some…” Her voice is breathy. “Some I can tweak…” I flick her clit, and she cries out. “…into cupcakes.” I finger her folds as she thumbs through the pages in the book. I’m looking for her luscious cream. I don’t know what she’s searching for. “Reduce the baking…” I extend my tongue, and lick the glistening moisture off her pink flesh, tasting the most intimate part of Charlotte. “…time. Oh, Viktor.”
The notebook drops on the mattress, and she buries her fingers in my hair, as I bury my tongue in her tight hole, searching for more flavor, more of my beloved.
I almost lost her today, that disaster averted only by dumb luck and the renegade vampire Nico’s presence, and I need to reassure myself that she is here, eternally undead and forever mine. I stroke into her with my tongue as I yearn to stroke into her with my cock, and she pants, pulling at my hair, the pain in my scalp proving this isn’t a dream. I am feasting on my beloved, my Charlotte, and I’m no longer alone. I’ll never be alone again.
“Oh yes, Viktor, eat me. Eat me all up, you big sexy vamp.” She calls out nonsense, and it makes me smile, a true genuine smile heating the cold recesses of my unbeating heart.
I pump into her with my tongue, caressing her pussy walls, until all of her is pulsing to the same tempo, her blood pounding through her veins.
“Viktor, sunshine, my gorgeous man, my…” She dances underneath me, her breasts jiggling, her ass bouncing off the mattress.
I remove my tongue and draw back my fangs. “Come for me, Charlotte.” Lowering onto her, I ever-so-gently scrape my fangs over her clit.
She screams, levitating off the bed, flying like that bat she insists we can shift into, her
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