Art of Lovemaking*

The Vampire King pinned her down, his tongue wild against hers.

Luna didn't have the energy to protest against it even though her quim still quivered from the sensitivity. 

Apollyon had no plans of stopping. 

He had unveiled her open for him to worship, and she realized that her husband had made her the altar. 

She was the pleasure he had sought after, and Apollyon knew where to find it by the way; his tongue moved inside her.

"Apollyon," Luna moaned as she lifted her head to see what her husband was up to. 

Apollyon's blue eyes smouldered as he drank her in, his pupils dilating. 

His fingers inched up her naked thighs and spread her for his view.

"Wet," he praised. "Pretty." 

She didn't know how else to reply.

Luna gasped as one of his long, tapered fingers slid through her damp curls as he nudged her thighs apart.