She rolled so that she was on top of me. Moving her fingers to my pecs, she dug her nails into my skin hard. I hissed in pleasurable pain. I knew by the salty scent that she had broken the surface of my flesh and I was bleeding. Bending over, she licked the blood and moaned.
“God…you taste so good,” she murmured. She froze as she looked at me with worry in her eyes. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Fuck yeah,” I muttered, placing my hands on her waist so I could move her back and forth over my lower half.
“My venom—” she said in a strangled voice.
“Oh…” I replied, suddenly becoming aware of what she was getting at. I looked down at my chest and saw her nail marks. They were already healing over except for one. There was no sign that I had been infected though. I reached for the cut skin and squeezed. More blood dribbled out. I scooped it up with my index finger and placed it across Meena’s mouth like sloppy lipstick. Her tongue instantly darted out and liked away the residue, groaning in contentment.
Meena,” I said in a desperate tone, shedding my swim trunks. “I need to be inside you…now.”
I decided to take this scene out because I've read one too many stories where the characters get off on their loved one's blood. LOL, though it's smut and it's all been done before, I thought this was bordering on being cliché.
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