The Taste of Seduction

Marcus couldn't quite figure out how he managed to restrain himself until he got to the bedroom. The second he picked Diana up and felt her legs wrap around his waist, it took everything he had to not lay her on just any flat surface or push her up against the wall to do as he pleased with her.

The franticness in her kisses and her caresses did absolutely nothing to help.

She grasped onto the hem of his shirt, slowly pushing it upwards until he broke the kiss to get rid of it. She had reached out tentatively to trace her fingers across his strong arms, slowly crawling up to his shoulders, then over his well-defined chest, down to his abs, finally stopping at the waistband of his jeans.

She raised her eyes to meet his gaze, asking for permission to continue but he instead took her hands into his own again before gently pushing her back towards the bed. "Just let me love you."

Slowly and silently, he stripped Diana of her own shirt, making sure that his hands traced every curve of her torso and earning a shiver from her.

She pulled his lips back down to hers as soon as the shirt was off. He gathered her body tighter against his and ran his hands up her naked back. Without

breaking their heated kiss, he had pushed her to lie down on the bed, his body hovering over hers as he leaned against his arms.

The little sounds coming from her throat and the movements she was making from right under him had Marcus on the brink of losing control. He had leaned back on his knees to free his arms as they snaked their way down to her hips.

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her long legs, tossing the flimsy material over his shoulder.

He felt all the heat in his body travel towards his crotch as she opened her body to him. It had already taken so much to control his primal instincts and not ravage her.

But the trust and need swirling in her eyes were all the permission that he needed to go further, quickly getting rid of his own clothes.

Marcus crawled his way back to her, his hands grazing her legs followed by feather-light kisses before stopping at the apex of her thighs. Before Diana could utter a protest, his tongue swiped at her folds.

She moaned at the sensations that he was creating. He traced his tongue up and down her slit before closing his mouth to suckle on the tight bundle of nerves of her clit.

Her blissful moan turned into a gasp as she felt him slide a thick finger into her core. Between the licking, sucking, and the pumping of his hand, she reached her climax, crying out his name.

Leaving lingering kiss on her neck and breast, he asked with a raspy voice that didn't sound like him,

"Allow me to leave hickeys on you darling, I want everyone to know you are taken"

With a nodding of head, she acquiesced to his demands and he gradually took bites as well as some of her blood intermittently while making sure it was not painful at the very least.

He made his way back up her body and gave her a kiss, the taste of her own arousal and blood lingering on his tongue. With his forehead laid upon her own, he searched her eyes for one final measure.

Seeing nothing but a glow of need, he grabbed his erection and settled the blunt tip of his hard length against her opening before slowly pushing his way in, sheathing himself halfway into her warmth before slowly pulling out again. With a quick thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt, making her gasp.

He let go of her hips only to bring her legs up and around his waist. As he drove into her, she let out a keening cry and arched her back into his body, each thrust growing more possessive than the one before. Her hands clawed at his back, leaving furious red bruises behind.

She began thrusting her hips higher to meet his, almost leading him to his doom. He reached down between their bodies and rubbed his thumb across her clit, giving her more pleasure than she could have imagined. It wasn't long until he felt her walls close in on him. "Cum for me, Diana."

She felt the familiar thrills racing up her spine as soon as he said the words. She screamed into his shoulder before launching into her second orgasm of the night.

He didn't take long to join her in her happiness and released his hot seed deep into her. Collapsed upon her with a few final thrusts, sliding off to the side to avoid crushing her with his weight.

Nothing could be heard in the room save their heavy breathing for a few seconds. When he finally gathered his breath, he yanked away from her embrace, eliciting a moan from her. He instantly took her in his arms and draped the down comforter at the foot of the bed over their nude bodies.

Completely spent and satiated, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. Before fully succumbing to sleep, he heard the sweetest and most beautiful of words leave her lips.

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Marcus awoke the next day with a mixture of happiness and worry racing through his mind. As he softly awoke from his nap, his gaze was drawn to the bite mark on Diana's neck. It was still there, to his relief, a visual reminder of the wonderful night they had spent. It gave him comfort to know that their connection was more than just a fantasy.

Marcus's thoughts were also tinged with concern. He couldn't deny the hunger within him, the primitive craving for blood that Diana's taste had reawakened. He'd never had such a yearning before, and now since the mark was still visible, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to satisfy it.

Marcus watched Diana sleep soundly beside him with his brow wrinkled. The early morning light fell on her face, throwing a gentle shine on her features. He was struck by her beauty, fragility, and the faith she had placed in him.

Marcus couldn't help but wonder, as he gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, how he would deal with this sudden need. He didn't want to hurt Diana or endanger her, but he couldn't resist the primordial desires coursing through his veins.