Byron gave her clit one last lick and pulled back. She teased Amelia’s opening with her fingers, never quite going fully in. Amelia moved her hips to try to encourage her, but Byron just smiled.

“Do you want me to feed from you?” Byron said.

“Yes,” Amelia gasped. “You know you don’t have to ask.”

Byron kissed her inner thigh. “I do. I never want to do anything you don’t want. Do you truly trust me?”

“Yes.” That reply came from her heart.

Byron slid a fingertip inside her. Amelia’s hips wriggled, and her wrists tested her bonds in frustration. She looked down and Byron was grinning.

“I love it when you get desperate, mia cara.”

Amelia was about to reply with a pithy comment, when Byron slid two fingers deep inside her, and started to thrust. She gave a low groan. “Yes, sweetheart.”

Byron was kissing her inner thigh while she thrust. All Amelia could think about was the orgasm that was building inside her. She needed to come so badly, and she wanted Byron’s teeth to be in her as she came.

“Byron,” Amelia said, “come up and feed from me when I come.”

“I will feed. I told you this is what I wanted to do with you that day in Monte Carlo. I can hear your blood rushing through your blood vessels.”

Byron licked a spot on her inner thigh, and then grazed it with her teeth. Amelia strained at her bonds to remind herself that she was helpless, and her orgasm got closer and closer, just as Byron’s pace got quicker.

“God, Byron. Fuck me, drink from me, I’m nearly there,” Amelia said.

“Look at me,” Byron said.

She did look and her breath caught. Byron’s eyes were a deeper red than ever, her teeth bared. It was so exciting. A vampire, her vampire was making love to her.

“Don’t close your eyes,” Byron said.

She was seconds from coming and Byron in a flash sank her teeth into her inner thigh. The most exquisite pleasure spread from her thigh across to her sex and her orgasm crashed over her, and each time Byron sucked at her thigh, a new wave of pleasure rolled over her, while Byron’s fingers filled her at the same time.

Amelia shouted out her pleasure while her bound hands desperately clutched for Byron’s head.

As Byron’s ferocious feeding slowed, so did Amelia start to calm. Finally Byron pulled away, her breathing heavy and eyes still full of want. “Nothing and no one has ever tasted like you.”

Amelia said, “I don’t know what you just did, vampire, but you nearly blew my head off. Come here.”

Byron wiped the blood from her chin, climbed up, and untied her. “Thank you for giving me your blood.”

Amelia cradled Byron’s head tenderly. “It’s yours, always. You need to come. I can see the hunger in your eyes.”