Here To Please

She stood in the moonlit room facing the desk and watching the shadows cast by the many candles that stood motionless in the big and darkened area. Her long hair hung nicely down her revealed back, her pale arms seemed to be used to hold herself together, her big black eyes searched for something in the far corner of the room, assessing quietly she shape that leaned against the open window’s frame.

He stood in the moonlight looking majestic as usual, his black hair hanging loosely around his marble face. He wore his usual attire, a black button down shirt and a pair of jeans that hung loosely around his sculpted hips. His chalky face held nothing but a smile on his face, his rosy lips revealing a pair of sparkling fangs and his calm eyes held nothing but pure adoration in them.

She came to his side and turned her back, a newly inked tattoo revealing a promise in an unknown alphabet forgotten and erased a long time before her time. His cold hands pulled her into him, his fangs puncturing the soft of her neck with a passion she soon learned to adore, and his tongue played soft games on her bleeding neck. The room was quickly filled with passionate moans of a loving victim, her hands gripping at his and her back arching against him, her hips pressing hard against his hard pelvis. “Please, don’t stop…” her voice trailed off as his teeth sunk deeper within her.

Suddenly, the world around her changed and she was being pushed against the softness of the bed she made. His lips were pressing against hers passionately and with a hunger she didn’t remember. His hands moved with the precision of a surgeon underneath her black dress, lifting it quickly and brushing against the inside of her thighs, on her stomach and on her pale, and now revealed, breasts while her hands were unbuttoning the black shirt.

In the midst of a few seconds they were both undressed, his hard body pressed against hers, his hands playing with the small line of her black thong. “I always loved the cherries on this one…” he said as he gave them a slow kiss. “The scent of your blood and your perfume intermix and make me lose my mind.” Another kiss pressed against the innocent piece of cloth before being ripped off her sculpted body.

Moans filled the room again as his tongue fond the inside of her thighs, and as he worked hit was inside her core, causing her the pleasures that kept him fed and satisfied. His mind was running in circles being able to only process the sweetness of her substance slowly glided on his tongue and his fingers ripped at her skin and her hands ran through his obsidian hair and she lifted quickly towards the heavens she denied.

His voice echoed in the dim lit room: “I’m here to please.”