Mine

Part 54

I moan, unable to help myself. Colby drops his head, letting out a rushed breath. God, he felt so good. He starts moving, pushing his hips closer, keeping his hands on the floor by my head to hold himself up. Opening my eyes, I bring my legs up and wrap them around his waist, preventing him from pulling away too much, and I immediately feel pressure in my stomach at his movements. He dips his head down to my neck and, just like I did, he bites me. I feel his fangs sink into my flesh, and I suddenly understand why he hadn't pushed me away when I bit him.
I didn't want to. I wanted to keep him there, let him him drink from me. Add the fact that he was slowly thrusting into me, I was in heaven. I lay there, a moaning mess on the floor, letting him bite me, letting him taste my blood, letting him move against me.
I keep hold of him, afraid that if I let go, I'd wake up from this and realize that this was only a dream. It felt so surreal, the pure pleasure from his body and the slight high from his venom now coursing through my dead veins.
Colby pulls his mouth away, and I see my blackish red blood covering his lips as his eyes meet mine. Gaining my confidence and strength back, I sit up and push him over, so I was on top. I put my hands on his chest and circle my hips, earning a throaty moan from him. He grabs my wrists, but doesn't stop me.
"Oh g-god." I moan. "Fuck." I watch as Colby drops his head to the ground, closing his eyes and enjoying what I was doing to him. I lean down and bite him again, tasting his blood as I keep my body moving, trying to let him experience what I had felt.
After a few minutes of this however, he lets go of my wrists and locks his arms around behind my lower back, pulling me down against him and stopping my movements. I pull my mouth away and bring my hands out from under me and onto the floor, arching my back so that all my weight wasn't on him. Even if I hadn't done that, he probably wouldn't have minded.
I look down at him, wondering what he was doing, then I open my mouth as a loud moan escapes when he starts thrusting his hips into me sharply. He holds me tightly against him, preventing me from moving much. Which was probably good. I don't know what I would have done if he wasn't holding me. The pressure in my stomach was building, getting bigger as the minutes passed.
"Colby," I pant. "I-" I stop, releasing a moan. "I can't-fuck, Colby." I drop my body down onto him, feeling the pressure in my stomach explode. I lay there motionless, letting him continue to move against me, before he finally slows down, coming to a stop, a string of muttered curse words escaping his mouth.
I close my eyes, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep right where I was. Colby drops his arms to the ground from behind me, releasing a breath. "God, I love you." He breathes, lifting his hand to brush my hair away from my face.
I open my eyes, lifting my head to meet his eyes. I smile tiredly. "I love you too."
He smiles. "We have to go back, don't we?"
I groan. "Don't ruin the moment."
"Unless you want a round two?" He asks, grinning.
"I don't think my legs can't take a round two right now." I reply, laying my head back down on his chest.
His chest vibrates as he laughs. "Come on, we have to get back." He sits up, one arm behind me. I whine. "Come on." He drops his arm, but brings his hand back and smacks my ass. I huff, blowing the hair out of my face that Colby missed. Then I lean to the side and pull myself off of him, sitting down beside him. He reaches over and grabs my clothes, handing them to me.
When we get everything on, Colby grins at the fact that I didn't have a shirt anymore. "Sorry about your shirt." He says.
"Same to you." I reply, eyeing the torn shirt he held. He pulled me up off the ground to stand, but my legs were shaking so bad he just picked me up bridal style and ran us both back to the mansion.