Byron let out a groan. She couldn’t take it any longer—she needed Amelia now. “Do it.”

Amelia grinned, held the base, and put her lips around it.

Byron couldn’t remember ever feeling as turned on as this. Having Amelia near her, in her own private world, so soon after feeding was something new and so hard to control. She craved an orgasm, as much as she craved to drink from Amelia, but since the latter couldn’t happen, all her cravings were now funnelled into her sexual craving for Amelia.

The little bit of sexual confidence Amelia was showing tonight surprised Byron and intoxicated her. She was showing confidence and demanding what she wanted in the softest, gentlest of ways, so it didn’t take away Byron’s need for control. Amelia Honey was just the perfect woman for her. She wished she could tell her.

Byron leaned back slightly, so she could enjoy the vision of Amelia’s beautiful, full, wet lips sucking her. Byron thought of her strap-on as an extension of her clit—it was just who she was. She wanted to thrust inside her lover badly, but they could both enjoy this first. She closed her eyes for a second and groaned, as her orgasm started to build. “You’re so good, Miss Honey.” Byron moaned.

Byron’s hips started to thrust with each bob of Amelia’s head, and her steely control was starting to loosen. She would come if she wasn’t careful, and she wanted to do that inside Amelia.

Just a little longer, Byron promised herself. Just a little longer to enjoy the sensation.

Byron knew she could stop, always regain control—she always could. As if reading her mind and responding to Byron’s groans and thrusts, Amelia grasped the base of the strap-on more firmly and pushed the base more firmly down onto Byron’s clit beneath.

This caught Byron by surprise. Her orgasm started to overtake her control, and as much as her mind told her to stop, she couldn’t.

“Fuck, I can’t—” As her orgasm became unstoppable, so was the vampire inside her. She felt her teeth erupt, and knew her eyes would be glowing red, and the veins on her temples would be protruding. Luckily Amelia’s head was down, concentrating on giving Byron pleasure.

Bite, bite, drink from her. She hungered to reach down and grasp Amelia’s wrist to drink, but the full force of her orgasm hit just in time.

“Fuck! Yes,” Byron shouted and fell back on the bed as the exquisite pleasure hit her low in her stomach, and spread quickly all over her body, robbing her of her strength.

Byron lay there gasping, in the aftermath of her orgasm, staring at the ceiling in shock. She lost control. She couldn’t stop. That never happened to her. Amelia made her lose control.

Byron felt a tiny spark of fear creep into her body, and the darkness, the demon she always kept at bay, stepped a little more into the light. She covered her face with her hands when she felt Amelia start to climb on top of her. Amelia couldn’t see her like this.