Vampire King’s Little Killer

Foreplay

Erotic stimulation preceding sexual intercourse

Tessa

When a hot stranger takes you to his place, and let him use his shower to wash away the blood of your latest kill you should be thankful right?

So thankful that you let him kiss you? How about letting him have sex with you? Well, my vote is yes and yes. I was too fucking horny to care anyway and the man in my arms was hot as fuck. Mm… we’ll get to that later, but first.

“You’re a true temptation and I know you’re well aware of that.” He nibbled my ear, his voice laced with desire, and his mouth was tingling my skin causing goosebumps I rarely feel when I was getting into foreplay. Nope, my body craved the final ending, the climax. But with Nero… fuck, even his name sounded hot. With Nero, I wanted his seduction, when his teeth grazed my neck I could swear the man growled like an animal in heat.

Fuck yes…

I could hear myself moaning, it sounded so dirty. Forget about porn, I was hearing desperation, such neediness shamed me as if I haven’t been sexually experienced enough for his sexy ways.

The man was still fully clothed while I was naked from my shower as he grabbed my hair, and tugged my head back so he can devour my throat. Goddamn… I know I was getting wet, so damn wet.

“You smell amazing,” he licked my throat down to the crook of my neck while his hand slithered between my legs and found my bare pussy. I parted my legs wider when his fingers teased my clit, my hands were feeling his shirt covered muscled back.

His cologne smells expensive, I didn’t even mind that he was still dressed. There was something hot about feeling his clothed body against my nakedness. I even feel myself blushing when he carried me to his bed and lay me against the cool sheets. And it’s been years since I blushed, and the kisses didn’t stop as he was on top of my naked body.

“Unbutton my shirt,” he said when I hesitated, I was still weighing my choices to see him naked or have him fuck me with his clothes on. But I didn’t ponder when he told me to take off his shirt, the fitted black shirt was on the floor in seconds. Then the man chuckled when he saw me struggling with his belt.

He sat back, continue to unbuckle, and let his black trousers along with his boxers join his shirt on the bedroom floor. My eyes were taking in his perfect sculpted figure, the man was pale, but the muscle framed his body handsomely. He was not big, Nero was just fucking perfect.

Too damn perfect. I thought when he started kissing, licking, and sucking my nipples until I was sure I was going to climax from his nipple play alone if he hadn’t stopped.

“Condom.” I couldn’t believe it as I hear my croaked voice, begging him to fuck me so soon.

He nodded, reaching into his drawers, and pulled one out. But he didn’t put it on, not yet, instead, he smirked and flipped me to my front. His mouth was on my spine torturing me with the promise of his cock between my legs as he grinds his hard length between my butt cheeks.

Another needy moan escaped my lips making him laugh sexily while his hand travel down to tease my clit and his other hand pinched my nipple.

“I’m going to make you come so hard, my little killer.”

His nickname for me was a new one. I’ve never heard any of my sexual partners calling me that, and strangely calling me his and the word killer in the same sentence just made my insides throb with such wants that I pushed myself back wanting to feel him more.

“Hmm… my greedy little killer.”

Again, with the nickname. I never knew I could want someone to fuck me this bad. Sex had always been another chore that I feel I need to do to satisfy my body and relax my mind, especially after a kill. I never crave it this much, but Nero… fucking hell, this sexy man made me want to beg for it.

And I couldn’t believe myself when I fucking did. “Please…” I surprised myself when that one little word stumbled out of my lips.

I could hear the tear of the foil and I knew he was putting on the condom. I braced myself for the familiar high from anticipation, but obviously, nothing was going to be ordinary with him. And the moment when his hand move from my nipple to my neck I knew I was going to have the best sex of my life.

The grip on my throat was strong, he held me easily and pulled my back flat to his chest. And I moaned his name when he parted my knees wider with his knee and pushed his erection in me.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Fuck, Tess, my little killer, you’re a real temptation.” His voice was harsh and made me clench and pushes back for friction.

The man did not disappoint when he pushed me down and I felt his palm on my upper back holding me down while his other hand roughly tugged my hips higher and start fucking me hard and deep. Over and over again. It didn’t take long before I climaxed, yet Nero didn’t stop.

Fucking hell…

I felt my thighs tremble but his firm hold on my waists was keeping me still. The angle was too good that I gasped when I feel the need to come again. My moans were getting pathetically needy and his groans were getting more feral, he kept on pounding me faster and at some point started to slap my butt cheeks.

My fingers were fisting his sheets, and my toes were curling from too much excitement.

“More…” My voice sounded foreign, but I couldn’t care less. All I wanted was him.

“Tess…” he whispered in my ear, his teeth grazed my shoulder and I climaxed when I feel a sharp bite on my neck.

“Ohhh… fuckkkk…”

Did he just fucking bite me? My mind was too hazy to comprehend when he pushed deep three more times before he finally let go inside me. He tightened his hold and sucked my shoulder hard then licked me and kissed me softly.

My eyes were heavy and I let him rest me on the plush pillow.

The next thing I knew, I woke up with the sun shining brightly from the open curtain. I sat up and tried to remember what the fuck happened last night. I reached for my knives and relaxed when I felt the handle on the tip of my fingers, then I lay back down and took in my surroundings.

Nero’s apartment. Then I looked to my side of the bed and saw the pillow was uncreased. The man didn’t sleep by my side last night. My mind started composing scenarios and my body instinctively sit straight. I was naked, my weapons untouched, my phone beside them and there was no trace of him. Like the man wasn’t even here last night.

I went to the bathroom to fulfill my morning duties of emptying my bladder and washing my face. Afterward, I wandered around the room and went straight for the washer and dryer to put on my clean clothes. Then I saw it on the kitchen table, a note with perfect manly handwriting.

Stay as long as you like.

– N

I put the note down and slipped my car keys which were beside the note into my jeans pocket. I went back to the bedroom and get my weapons sheathing them back in their holsters tight onto my thighs and side.

Coffee and pizza were next and I was out of his unit an hour later. My mind was thinking back about what exactly happened last night between me and Nero as I entered my car and then drove back to my apartment.

I was expecting to spend the day lounging and doing some work on looking into the possibility of who might want me dead. But my plan was halted when I arrived at the front of my apartment. The door was slightly ajar, I pulled out my trustee knife and pushed the door.

I cursed and closed the door behind me. I know whoever did it had long gone and this was a warning. How did I know? Because whoever ransack my place left a note. This one was typed informing me that I’ve got three months to live.

Huh, three months it’s quite a long time for me to find out who might want me dead, right? Surely it’ll be easy enough for me to kill my would-be killer before the time run out.

First thing first. I set a three-month countdown on my phone just to keep track of my timely demise. Yep, because that’s me a very organized would soon-be dead assassin.

Deciding to call maid service to tidy up my place was next and since I was too lazy to clean up after others. Besides, I didn’t hide incriminating evidence in my apartment, so I was good at letting people clean my place.

Two hours later I decided to get my big black book of people who lost their pinky and life. To start my little investigation, to untangle one big clusterfuck if I want to still be alive in the next three months.