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been able to see them poking through, yearning for his touch as the rest of her body craved it.
    So cold. So right. So very right .
    He stared down at her as he tugged and pulled at her clit with his long fingers. Soon her hips could no longer stay still. They jerked and danced to the tune he was calling. Only then did he begin to really fuck her.
    In that moment, nothing else existed. Not the firm, not her career. Not even the desk beneath her.
    She was floating, anchored only by the fat, thick, hard cock pounding her pussy, spreading electric fire through her veins.
    Daniel held onto her hips, guiding her, watching her. He pushed her to the edge of ecstasy then drew back, slowing the pace of his thrusts to a barely moving slide. Then he picked up speed and began that long climb again, fucking her with increasing intensity until she thought the world would shatter around her.
    He picked her up in his arms and pressed her to his chest, his hips slowing long enough to allow the tender movement. Then when she was fully seated on his cock, he started fucking her properly again, pulling her up and down on his dick until her pussy burned with the need to come.
    “Not yet, little Darker,” he muttered into her hair. “Not yet.”
    Somehow, she obeyed. Shuddering with the effort, she fought her climax, bracing herself against Daniel’s strong body so that the friction of him rubbing against her clit was less stimulating.
    Delia nuzzled the curve of his neck. He was so cold that she yearned to warm him up, even knowing that it was impossible.
    He was still fully dressed but his suave air was gone. He gave off a dark, musky smell that was intoxicating. She wanted to lap it up. Experimentally, she opened her mouth on his skin and tasted him.
    Hidden against his neck, she immediately made a face. His skin was bitter, like wine turned to vinegar. Would his cum taste the same way? Ugh.
    Pulling her hair, Daniel pried her away from him. It was his turn now to nuzzle her skin, to taste her with teeth and tongue. She barely felt the prick of his fangs before he was drinking from her, hot open-mouthed draws that left her weak and dizzy. The sudden loss of blood caused a simultaneous heaviness in her pussy, as if the remaining blood was rushing to prolong her pleasure.
    Daniel pressed her against the desk, letting her rest her bottom against it as he fucked her with renewed vigor. His mouth never left her neck and the throbbing vein he’d opened. She could hear him feeding. She could feel it in every nerve, as though his fangs had found a direct line to her cunt.
    When he’d had his fill, Daniel leaned his head back. A string of foreign words left his mouth in a smooth stream. They sounded like a prayer, but vampires were their own gods.
    He thrust quickly and his massive cock swelled even more inside Delia until she could take no more. She thought she might pass out from the pleasure of it.
    “You may come now.” Daniel spoke low and steady, his control completely at odds with his ferocious pace.
    She came in a pulsing wave, ecstasy overwhelming every sense. All that existed was her pussy—and her pussy was on fire. After a prolonged moment, she fell against Daniel’s shoulder, shuddering and gasping.
    He moved more slowly now, dragging his penis inside her convulsing vagina. Ice shot through Delia’s core and she knew he had ejaculated.
    They were lovers that whole summer while Daniel came and went through the office to deal with the particulars of his divorce. She met him there during the daytime. He liked to fuck in front of the open drapes. It seemed to give him a thrill—the thrill of igniting more than Delia’s cunt.
    He fed from her neck, her breasts, even her pussy. That last was an experience she would never forget. It was like dying a little, just as the French said. But she was so sensitized for days afterwards that Daniel never repeated the performance. He preferred to have her more frequently in other ways.
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