Page 23 of Caressed By Sin
“How can I trust that you won’t work with the Boto Brothers to kill me?”
Laughing, I shook my head.
She frowned. “What’s so funny?”
“I can kill you now.” I spread her thighs. “I don’t need the Boto Brothers’ help.”
“Then, what do you get out of this, if we work together?” Those violet eyes glowed as she bit her lip.
“Let me feed from you without biting me. That’s what I will get. Your passion. Your lust. Your wet pussy hugging my cock.”
She shoved me away. “You’re insane.”
“I am. I’ll be vulnerable as I feed from you.” I placed my hands back on those silky legs, stroking her inner thighs and losing my fingers in her cushioned flesh.
“I’ll even give you my blood before I feed from you,” I said. “With my blood, you’ll be impossible to kill.”
She quirked her brows.
I continued, “In turn, you let me feed enough to help you with the Boto Brothers.”
“That’s it?”
“After you trap them, I feed again.” I lifted the dress up higher. Red lace panties came into view.
Come to me.
Her eyes’ violet glow beamed on my skin. The smell of honey filled the air.
She shook her head. “The blood first. Then you can taste.”
“Absolutely not.” I shook my head. “We exchange at the same time.”
“You’re serious.”
“Completely.” I grabbed an envelope opener from the desk and pierced the tip of my finger.
Blood dripped out of the cut. I buried my other hand into her dreadlocks. Softness surrounded my fingers. I wrapped the hair around my hand and gently pulled her head back, displaying that delicious neck.
So close.
My heart thumped in my ears. I tried to hide my mounting anticipation, but I was sure she could see it.
My voice came out hoarse. “Open your mouth.”
Her full lips parted and shined in the light of the room. I wanted to trace her lips with the aching tip of my cock and fill her mouth with me.
I cleared my throat. “Take your panties off.”
“Blood first.” She brought her head down and focused on me.
“Panties.” I lifted her up by her waist. “Go ahead. I’ll hold you up while you take them off.”
She wiggled her panties down and off her hips, letting them trail down her legs, and hang at her ankles. I brought her back down to the desk.
She slipped her feet out of them as they dropped to the floor.
“Happy now?” Fatou leaned back on the wall, spreading her legs open.
