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Blood Whore (An Erotic vampire tale/ erotica)
Blood Whore (An Erotic vampire tale/ erotica)
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From the Author of The Making of a Whore and The Making of a Whore 2 comes Blood Whore a sexy tale to warm up your night.
Marissa Finch hit the lowest of lows, killing her husband and best friend in self defense. She felt her world slipping away from her, until she met Dean, a man who is not what he seems. See more:
“Please.” I begged, “Please, I don’t want to die.” I was begging for my life now, begging for him to do something, anything to help me. I felt him lean down and kiss my forehead, his lips cool against my skin.
“I can help, but you don’t know what you are asking for.” He replied, I saw that the tears were coming much faster now from his eyes. “I can help.” I watched as his fangs popped, seen how razor sharp they were, and watched as he bit into his wrist. “Drink.” He ordered. I felt his wrist against my lips, felt the warm blood trickle into my mouth. I felt as if I would gag. Blood, oh god no, I couldn’t drink blood. “For gods sakes woman if you don’t want to die just drink!” He yelled grabbing my head he forced my lips to his wrist.
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He bent down and gently kissed my cheek and then moved to kiss my lips. The moment his lips touched mine I felt I was on fire. I lifted my arm and gently ran my fingers through his dark hair. “Oh god.” I whispered. The moment I said it he lightly ran a his tongue down my soft neck. I felt his teeth gently sink into me, sucking softly, and then raising his head he lapped at the wound with his tongue. It set my whole body a flame. I cried out and grasped for him pulling him down onto the bed with me. I felt as his hands lightly played against my body through my clothes, I was aching.
For mature audiences only. Some content not suitable for all audiences.
Look for more by Mia Heart The Making of a Whore, The Making of a Whore 2, The Interview, and The Ultrasound.
Marissa Finch hit the lowest of lows, killing her husband and best friend in self defense. She felt her world slipping away from her, until she met Dean, a man who is not what he seems. See more:
“Please.” I begged, “Please, I don’t want to die.” I was begging for my life now, begging for him to do something, anything to help me. I felt him lean down and kiss my forehead, his lips cool against my skin.
“I can help, but you don’t know what you are asking for.” He replied, I saw that the tears were coming much faster now from his eyes. “I can help.” I watched as his fangs popped, seen how razor sharp they were, and watched as he bit into his wrist. “Drink.” He ordered. I felt his wrist against my lips, felt the warm blood trickle into my mouth. I felt as if I would gag. Blood, oh god no, I couldn’t drink blood. “For gods sakes woman if you don’t want to die just drink!” He yelled grabbing my head he forced my lips to his wrist.
More:
He bent down and gently kissed my cheek and then moved to kiss my lips. The moment his lips touched mine I felt I was on fire. I lifted my arm and gently ran my fingers through his dark hair. “Oh god.” I whispered. The moment I said it he lightly ran a his tongue down my soft neck. I felt his teeth gently sink into me, sucking softly, and then raising his head he lapped at the wound with his tongue. It set my whole body a flame. I cried out and grasped for him pulling him down onto the bed with me. I felt as his hands lightly played against my body through my clothes, I was aching.
For mature audiences only. Some content not suitable for all audiences.
Look for more by Mia Heart The Making of a Whore, The Making of a Whore 2, The Interview, and The Ultrasound.
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