Nathan Bishop March 26 -She was lying on the bed, scantily dressed. Her eyes are closed and her lips are parted. She arches her back and a small moan escapes her. She stretches her arms above her head and opens her eyes. Her gaze lands on me and she smiles. I move toward her and she raises a hand, beckoning me. I lean over her, our eyes locked on one another. Our lips meet. The kiss is soft and sweet at first. She moans and I growl. She opens for me and I greedily accept her invitation. My tongue dives into her mouth, tasting her, devouring her. No crevice goes unexplored. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down on top of her. Her breasts press into my chest and I feel her nipples, hardened, begging for my attention.
We break the kiss and my lips travel down her neck. She arches her back once more, turning her head to give me further access. I feel the pulse beneath her skin. Her blood calls to me. My fangs drop and I rake them slowly down her skin. She shivers and moans. "Do it, Nathan. Bite me," she begs me. I'm totally on board with that. Just as I'm about to strike, my eyes fly open and Blade is sitting on my chest, licking my face. I blink once, twice. FUCK! A DREAM. JUST A DREAM! I move Blade aside and sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. My entire body is hard and aching. My glyphs are raging and pulsing and I can see the amber glow from my eyes bouncing off the white walls. I stand up and walk into the bathroom. I turn the shower on and step in. Ice cold water blasts my hot skin. I press my hands to the tile and stand there, breathing hard, willing my body to relax. Clenching my fists, I slam both of them into the tile wall. Broken tiles fall to the floor, drywall and concrete stare back at me. Glancing at my fists, I see blood dripping down my arms.
Finally, my body begins to relax. My hardened shaft begins to lose its erection and my breathing returns to normal. I rinse off my hands and arms. No longer bleeding, I turn off the water and step from the shower. Grabbing a towel, I dry off. Turning, I survey the damage to the shower wall. Making a mental note of the things that I will need to fix the damn thing, I toss the towel in the hamper and leave the bathroom. Falling back into bed, I close my eyes and hope like hell that I don't dream again... -
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