**Blood and Desire**

I never thought I’d fall for a vampire, let alone one with a thing for feet. But here we were in my dimly lit apartment, the glow of the city outside barely cutting through the blackout curtains, and Lilith—pale as moonlight, dressed in fishnets and crushed velvet—was tracing her nails down my bare chest with a hunger that had nothing to do with blood.

“You’re nervous,” she murmured, her lips curling into a smirk. The way she said it made my cock twitch.

“Not nervous. Just… never done this with a vampire before.”

She laughed, low and throaty, before sinking to her knees in front of me where I sat on the edge of my bed. Her fingers hooked under the waistband of my sweatpants, tugging them down just enough to free my hardening dick. I hissed as the cool air hit me, watching as she licked her lips, the sharp points of her fangs glinting.

But then she surprised me. Instead of going for my cock, she grabbed my ankle, lifting my foot into her lap. Her touch was electric, her fingers massaging the arch, her thumbs pressing into the sensitive spots that made me groan.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” she whispered, her dark eyes locked onto mine.

Her tongue slid out, pink and wicked, before she dragged it slowly along the sole of my foot. The sensation was fucking unreal—wet, warm, teasing. I dug my fingers into the sheets, my cock throbbing as she sucked one of my toes into her mouth.

“Fuck, Lilith—”

She hummed around my skin, her hand sliding up my calf as she worked her way down, licking and nibbling, her fangs grazing just enough to make me shiver. Then she switched to the other foot, worshiping me like I was something sacred.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her up onto my lap. Her pussy was already soaked through her lace panties, the heat of her grinding against me maddening. I kissed her hard, tasting myself on her lips, my hands fumbling with the clasps of her corset.

She broke away just long enough to yank it off, her tits spilling free, nipples pebbled and dark. I palmed one, squeezing, before ducking my head to suck one into my mouth. She arched into me with a gasp, her fingers knotting in my hair.

“I need you inside me,” she breathed, rocking her hips.

I didn’t waste time. I tore her panties off with one rough tug, lifting her just enough to line my cock up with her dripping slit. The first thrust was slow, deliberate, letting her feel every inch as I filled her. Her cunt was tight, clenching around me like she was made for me.

“Oh fuck, yes—” she moaned, her legs locking around my waist as I started pumping into her.

I could feel her heels digging into my back, her toes flexing with every deep stroke. The thought of her obsession with my feet, how much she loved them, only made me harder. I gripped her ass, lifting her slightly to fuck her deeper, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that had her panting.

“You feel so good,” I growled, my mouth on her neck.

She tilted her head, baring her throat. “Bite me.”

It wasn’t a request. It was a demand.

I sank my teeth into the curve of her shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but enough to make her cry out. Her nails raked down my back, her pussy clamping down on my dick like a vice as she came, her juices coating my cock.

I wasn’t far behind. With a final thrust, I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, my cum pulsing into her as she shuddered through her own orgasm.

We collapsed together, her still straddling me, her forehead pressed to mine. Her fingers traced lazy circles on my chest, her breathing slowly steadying.

“Told you I’d ruin you,” she whispered, her lips brushing mine.

I just grinned, pulling her closer. “Yeah, well… I’m not complaining.”