When Vampires Bite

I awoke abruptly to a soft hissing in my ear, the kind that sent shivers down your spine right to your toes and warms you through. A hard body crushed against mine as something scratched against my neck. Frantic, I looked over at my roommate's bed to find that he wasn't there. Damn Quiora and his midnight snacks!

And then, I realised that it was Quiora's signature scent flooding my senses, Quiora's sweet-smelling, warm breath on the nape of my neck. I never realised before how ripped he was, how taut his muscles were, since he usually hid them behind woolly turtlenecks and baggy jeans. He was a sevearly hansome young man, to be honest: jet black hair that flopped over wide, crystalline blue eyes, tawny gold skin, a body that would make anyone envious and a kind, shy personality you would normally put to bookworms with glasses. But oh no, not Quiora Valentine. He was gorgeous, intelligent and completely selfless.

"Q-Quiora?" I whispered, trembling beneath him. "W-w-what a-are y-y-y-you d-doing?"

An animalistic growl left his lips, vibrating against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "I can't resist your fuckin' blood any more," he snarled, one hand moving around to hold the opposite side of my neck. "So long...I've waited so long...just for a single taste...just a drop."

God, his voice made my entire body turn to mush whenever I heard him speak. Deep, husky, accented faintly with a Manchester lilt.

"Quiora, wh...what are you..." I couldn't finish.

But he still answered. "I am not human, love," he purred softly. "I am a creature of the night. A vicious, slathering beast you should have stayed away from but now...now it's too late, love. I cannot resist you any longer."

Suddenly, a white hot pleasure-pain seared through me as he bit my neck, driving his teeth in deep. My back arched of its own accord and, in response, Quiora dipped a hand into my pajama trousers and ran one long, tapered finger over my slit. I groaned and ground myself against his hand, needing more of his touch.

"Oh, yes," I breathed, burying both hands in his hair and fisting them at the roots.

He jerked away and grabbed my face between his hands, his crystal clear eyes holding mine, straight as a laser. Panting, he lowered his mouth to mine and kissed the living daylights out of me, tongue, lips and teeth assaulting my own. Deep and passionate, almost the way you would kiss a lover.

His hand moved quicker against my slit, steady movements in unfathomable ways that kept me guessing how his hand would shift next. He moved my knickers to the side and found out just how turned-on I was, just how wet my channel was. I moaned in time with his movements, shifting my hips to increase the friction.

His mouth left mine and moved back to my neck, licking away my blood like a cat lapping at a bowl of cream. "Oh, Cassie," he whispered hoarsly. "You taste better than I thought you would. And you're so wet for me, so hot and honeyed." His words brought another shiver of pleasure through me. "Open your legs more for me, Cass. A little m-oh, yeah, that's what I want." His hand ground against me harder, jolts of electricity attacking my nerve endings. "You... are what I want, baby. Let me have you, Cass. I beg you...let me make you feel better than you ever have in your life."

There was only one answer, and it came out breathy and husky. "Yes, Quiora. Take me," I murmured, holding his head to my neck.

With another feral growl, he flipped me onto my front and ripped my pajamas right up the crotch. He bit through one side of my G-string to leave it hanging from one side. The sound of a zipper reached my ears and I looked around just in time to see him in all his erected glory, long, thick and flushed with a delicious purple-red colour - like a baby's arm holding a plum.

Then, he was in me, thrusting deeply while he yanked my sheer nightie over my head to expose my lace bra. His hands moved around to cup the globes in his large, strong hands, thumbs teasing the nipples and areolas into tight pebbly hardness. As he thrust, slowly, leisurely, taking his time, one hand swept down my body to stroke my clit. The sensations were potent and made my entire body tingled with energy.

"Oh, God, don't stop!" I cried, arching into his hand, not caring how much like a porn star I sounded.

He growled and thrust harder, faster, going deeper inside me until I felt like I would never get him out. His soft grunts were the only thing that warned me that he was close to cumming inside me but I was closer.

"Come for me, Cassandra," he growled almost viciously. "Come for me, love. I need to feel your release."

Another growl rose up in his throat and he thrust more forcefully, burying himself all the way to his hilt, his balls tightening as his orgasm spilled into me. I screamed as he snarled, my walls tightening and loosening rhythmically around his thickness.

When he was finished, he flipped me over and loomed between my legs, his sex glistening and proudly erect. The sight alone made me even wetter, causing me to groan with need. He pressed a bruising kiss to my mouth, tongue pushing in deep, then was inside me again, his power crackling in the air around me. I moaned, throwing my head back into the pillows.

That was the last thing I able to articulate until morning when I awoke to the sunshine beaming through the curtains.

I found myself half naked, my ruined pajamas still around my hips, my bra ripped and torn. Curled around me, Quiora still had his jeans around his thighs. He was sound asleep, snoring softly into my hair, his arms wrapped around my waist.

Has last night really happened?

Quiora stirred and abruptly sat bolt upright, breathing heavily, eyes wild with panic. I placed a hand on his shoulder and he turned to me slowly, eyes wide open.

"Hey," I murmured softly.

"Oh, my God," he breathed when he saw the puckered red bite on my neck amongst the purplish-blue love bites and bruises. He looked down at my torn clothes and threw a blanket over me as he jerked up his jeans. "Oh, my God, Cassie, I'm so sorry."

I stared at him, gobsmacked. "Why should you be sorry?" I murmured, sitting up to cuddle him, leaning my head against his shoulder. "I tried to hide it for so long, Quiora, but I love you. I've always loved you. More than a friend."

He sighed raggedly and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "I...I love you...Cassandra. But there is no way we can be together."

I nuzzled his neck gently. "Why? It doesn't matter what people think. People in love overlook the flaws of the one they love, and I don't care what you are. You have always been and always will be...just Quiora Valentine: super smart, caring, gorgeous and the bes shag I've ever had." I murmured, teasing on the last part.

He smiled slightly and lifted my chin with one bent finger. "And you'll always be my Cassie - beautiful, loving, delicious and forever mine," he murmured and gave me the sweetest kiss imginable.

"So...what do we do now?" I asked, gazing into those gorgeous eyes of his.

He smiled. "We spent eternity together."