Sharp smile

He didn't seem surprised when the kiss came. First, tenderly on the corner of her lips. He didn't make the slightest effort to reciprocate. He didn't need to. She wanted him, she made sure to make that clear as she hunted his tongue.

On her upper lip, in the center... That mouth was hers, over and over again, only hers. Her tongue swept it all over. Saliva connecting them and she still wanted more.

Stealing that entire mouth for herself, and biting gently. Diana finished with a deep kiss, her eyes closed.

His eyes still didn't leave the cell phone, not at all worried about the kiss. At least until the car moved.

When she looked to the side, the steering wheel was moving on its own.

"Don't worry. The car drives better than me."

'Ah...', Diana connected the dots.

"Huah!"

The car slid quickly and smoothly along the track. But she still fell back on the seat.

A hand was already sliding inside her skirt and her thighs.

"It's my turn now. I'll let you know everything...", his eyes shone with a different flame.

He came closer.

Not to her lips, but to her neck. The scent of perfume was wonderful. His charm made her melt. A kiss, a tongue, she felt her neck get wet and then felt his teeth on her bare skin.

Her heart stopped along with her breath. She was suspended while the soft pain appeared.

Then came the pleasure.

Diana couldn't explain where all that desire came from, but suddenly they were one.

All the moments of sex, ecstasy and happiness together came back to her mind.

A truck ran her over, and if there was a door to the seventh heaven, she had found it. The memories didn't stop. The sensations and feelings were vivid, the hairs on her body stood on end, releasing shocks of pleasure all over her back.

Her legs trembled, it was as if she were practicing that three times in a single moment.

Diana didn't feel afraid of being bitten. She was safe. She didn't feel ashamed for wanting it so much. Nothing mattered anymore. She wanted him inside her, thrusting into her like never before, she wanted him completely and forever.

And he didn't want to stop biting. Every inch of that body was his.

Her memories mixed with reality. In that piece of heaven he penetrated her and her mouth moaned.

She moaned again. His fingers played with her, going in and out, so wet and abusive. She liked it. It wet her hand and it was sexy.

Her eyes were closed, as she felt the blood flowing down her neck. A possessive desire was born there as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Sometimes his fangs would pull away, one or two hot licks and he would bite again. It should have hurt, she should have felt fear, but Diana felt nothing but ecstasy. A pleasure that shouldn't exist. That was supernatural.

Her toes were alive. Her breath fluttered. She felt her heart beat like the ticking of a clock and suddenly stop.

With electricity and excitement flowing throughout her body, Diana would have closed her legs long ago if his fingers weren't there.

Invading her panties as if he had as much desire for flesh as for blood.

Her mouth swallowed as his fingers penetrated her, up and down he devoured her whole, Diana was like a doll in his arms. The car moved and she didn't think about anything.

Her body was heating up, her abdomen was a butterfly house and her orgasm came so fast and strong that her fingers dug into his neck.

It felt so good that she lost track of time.

Her body relaxed and convulsed as the orgasm only grew stronger... staining the seat of her new car.

....

...

..

The wind was soft on her skin. Diana had just finished a long shower and was now wearing comfortable pajamas, heading out into the hallway of the apartment.

"Nero...", looking from side to side she called.

"In the kitchen!"

'Of course. Why did I call him?'

Feeling strange about herself, she reached the second floor mezzanine. Leaning on the railing with one hand under her chin she watched him for a few moments.

Diana just wanted silence.

Knowing that he was there ten steps away.

Knowing that he was hers was an exhilarating feeling. Her abdomen vibrated, almost as if it had a life of its own.

Her body didn't seem very satisfied, it wanted sex. A long fuck, in various positions, on the living room table, in the kitchen or on the carpet. Her mind was a spectacle. Nothing to be ashamed of. After being bitten by a man of that size, Diana felt innocent next to the big bad wolf.

It was strange. Time stood still next to him. Her mind and heart found comfort in watching his broad back moving from one pan to another.

"It looks delicious, Mr. Cook."

"The smell... Food first, then dessert."

"Cook, driver and employee... I think I deserve a raise at this rate."

Diana smiled.

"Even security guard and hero...", she still remembered why she was alive. "You deserve much more," she couldn't help but compliment.

He looked over his shoulder, feigning innocence.

"How much?...", she asked.

"How much for you not to leave my life?", he asked again. More sincere and direct than just a kiss.

The hiss of the frying and the sound of the pans seemed like an extension of the beating in her chest.

Her concern was pointless. He looked up with the same calm gaze that drowned her in desire.

"Come down here. I prefer to negotiate face to face."

Diana smiled. Again. Lately it seemed like she was always smiling. Almost forgetting what she used to be like.

As she went down, she remembered her fun times with Ema. Those smiles seemed faded.

'Now that I think about it, I have to ask her out.'

Her steps were soft on the carpet, as she approached him like a cat, she also gained the nose of one.

'That smell...'

She wanted to ask where he learned to cook, but preferred to wait. Carefully he kissed the back of her neck and went back, waiting on the counter.

Nero barely reacted but she still felt good about it. Smiling like a mischievous child.

Memories of the car came back to her. The sensation was delicious... and devastating.

If he would bite her neck, she would kiss the back of his neck, his mouth, his entire body.

A spoon was suddenly in front of her. Like a starving cat, eating was all she needed.

The salty taste mixed with a spicy spice, another milder flavor mixed with the tender meat.

"What are you thinking about there?"

When he took the spoon back, she gathered the courage to say.

"Just thinking about how dirty you made the new car."

He continued to move between the cabinets.

"That's a shame. But it's funny... I don't remember spilling a single drop."

Diana swallowed hard as she remembered the blood.

They hadn't talked about it.

It was still strange knowing that her fiancé was a vampire. A little intimidating and supernatural, but nothing she was afraid of.

"Things don't just get dirty by themselves, you know."

He chuckled softly.

Diana really couldn't help but smile.