“Ah…!” Liliette cried in both pleasure and pain. Her entire body jolted in response, every part of her skin incredibly sensitive.
Almost immediately, Vlad pulled away and began to lap at the spot apologetically, pressing a tender kiss against her skin. He was like a wild beast—feral and predatory, like a stray dog or perhaps a wolf.
The thick, white fluid further sullied her entrance, making her body quiver once more. For a long moment, the liquid pooled and dripped down, wetting the floor beneath them. The warm, sticky feeling clung to the insides of her thighs. The scent was intoxicating, making her head spin with every breath. She moaned, the lingering heat of pleasure refusing to fade.
What if this never ends?
It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. In fact, it was so good that it made the back of her head tingle, but it was still frightening to her. Trembling with the aftershocks of climax, she felt her strength completely leave her legs.
“I-I can’t stand,” she whispered weakly.
