Can He Handle This?

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His fangs were as long as my thumb and were sleek with saliva as Charles flicked his tongue over his fangs slowly. His eyes flickered amusement as he watched me come to realization. I remembered this picture of his glossy, shiny hair bouncy as he flipped it out of his eyes. His eyes turned a shade darker as he lowered to my terrified body that was trembling.

My mouth opened for a scream but only a whisper left. I tried with all my might to let out a loud pitvhing scream but the result was once again nothing. A laugh escaped from the sicko person about to drink my blood. I looked into his smoldering eyes and all the color drained from my face as he talked but without his mouth moving.

Every time you scream it will be the same result

What in earths name is happening? He's talking to me in my head! I am probably just crazy. I think I ate some bad meat for lunch. This isn't real! Why do all the good guys have some sick twisted secret! There is no such things as vampires. Bram Stocker was probably on drugs or something. Maybe...

"Is this real enough?"

My blood ran cold as two sharp objects prick my widely exposed neck. I am practically offering myself to be his dinner. I try to move my hand to push him off me but it's stuck at my side.

"It's useless. You have two options. You either give your neck willing and enjoy bliss or experience hell and unearthly pain. Which one will it be?" he said cunningly as he leaned back with a slight smirk on his face. His eyes glazed into my eyes, searching for the answer...

"I want neither. Can you just get off me?"

"Choose or I will choose for you. Mind you, I like inflicting fear and pain on people"

"You’re sick"

"You have one last chance so make the next word out your mouth a smart one"

I stretched out my neck and leaned back offering my neck. I do not want to end up dead today. Maybe if I corporate I might get set free from this nightmare.

"My body trembles as Charles' face sneaks back into the crook of my neck. His soft hair tingles my senses, causing my nerves to uproar. His soft breathe sends goose bumps to the inflicted area. His cold breathe sends a shiver down my spine and warms the heat of my core. How can I possibly be aroused at a time like this? I am going to have my blood sucked out of me for God's sake!

His fangs grazed my neck slowly in a circle. My neck pulses from the anticipation as his breathe deepens. His fangs stop in the middle of the circle and pierce my skin roughly. It was as fast and painful as an ear piercing. As soon as he started to counter blood, he licked and sucked up the blood as it flowed like a river out of me. As he drank deeply, I experienced bliss better than anything I've ever experienced.

When his tongue slipped from his mouth and licked up the dripping blood, a moan escaped my mouth. My hips arched into his as he lowered onto me. I ground into him creating a friction of spark and arousal spread through my body from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. He growled and moaned at the same time sending goose bumps to spread onto the flesh that touched his. His right arm wrapped around my waist and his hand landed on my ass. He gently squeezed my ass and pushed it firmer to mold my lower body completely to his. His sent was toxic as it cleared my sneses of thoughts of only him. I could only focus on him, his lips and amazing work of his tongue. My eyes fluttered close from the pleasure consuming my body.

He removed his mouth from my neck, allowing a low sigh to escape my lips. I shivered as the bliss resided slowly. Charles licked all the blood off. I opened my eyes and they immediately locked with Charles. A gasp escaped me as I saw how close we were. I was soon aware of his leathery smell surrounding me and entering my nostrils. A smile tinted his face as his dimples dented in. His lips were red and fuller from the sucking action he presses onto my neck.