**Title: Blood and Desire**

I’d known Rose was a vampire from the moment I met her. The way her dark eyes glinted under dim light, the way her lips curled just slightly when she caught my scent—like she wanted to devour me in more ways than one. And tonight, she had me right where she wanted me: naked in her bedroom, my pulse racing beneath my skin.

The room was bathed in flickering candlelight, shadows dancing across her pale body as she stood over me. Her red silk robe had slipped off one shoulder, revealing the swell of her breasts, her nipples already hard under my hungry gaze.

“You smell so fucking good,” she murmured, running her fingers down my chest before letting her nails scrape just hard enough to make me shiver. My cock was already rock hard, twitching against my stomach.

“Rose,” I groaned, but she silenced me with a finger pressed to my lips.

“No talking,” she whispered. “Just let me touch you.”

And then her hands were everywhere. She traced the lines of my abs, her fingers dipping into the hollows of my hips before sliding down to wrap around my dick. Her grip was firm, stroking me slowly, and I could already feel the slickness of my precum smearing across her palm. But it wasn’t enough—I wanted her hands all over me.

She must’ve sensed it, because she straddled me, her bare cunt hovering just above my cock. The heat radiating from her was intoxicating. She leaned down, her long dark hair brushing against my skin as her lips ghosted over my neck, right where my pulse pounded hardest.

“Mmm,” she hummed, running her tongue along the vein. “I could drink you right now.”

Fuck, the way she said it made me even harder.

Her hands moved to my chest, kneading my pecs before sliding lower, dipping between us to tease the head of my cock with her fingertips. I bucked up, desperate for more, but she just smirked.

“Patience,” she murmured, and then her fingers were trailing back up my body, tracing my collarbones, my throat, before cupping my face. She kissed me then, deep and hungry, her tongue sliding against mine. I could taste the metallic hint of blood on her lips—she must’ve fed recently—and it only turned me on more.

One of her hands slid between us again, this time skimming lower, her fingers brushing through my coarse pubes before slipping further back. My breath hitched as she teased the sensitive skin behind my balls, her touch feather-light, maddening.

“Rose—”

“Shh.” She pressed her lips to mine again, silencing me as her fingers trailed lower, circling my ass. I groaned into her mouth, my cock throbbing.

She pulled back just enough to smirk down at me. “You like that?”

“Fuck yes,” I panted.

Her fingers kept exploring, tracing my hole, just enough pressure to make my hips jerk. Her other hand was still wrapped around my cock, stroking me in time with her teasing touches.

Then, without warning, she shifted her weight, grinding her wet pussy against my thigh. I could feel her slickness coating my skin, hear the soft, wet sounds as she rocked against me.

“You feel so good,” she moaned, her voice low and husky.

I grabbed her hips, guiding her movements, my own cock aching for friction. But she resisted, her vampire strength keeping me pinned beneath her.

“No,” she purred. “Tonight, I take what I want.”

And then her mouth was back on my neck, her fangs grazing my skin. A sharp sting—fuck, she’d bitten just deep enough to draw blood. The pleasure-pain sent a jolt straight to my cock.

She lapped at the wound, moaning as she swallowed. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

Her hands roamed my body again, one still stroking my cock, the other sliding between her own legs. I watched, mesmerized, as she rubbed her clit, her fingers glistening with her own wetness.

“You want to feel me?” she asked, her voice dripping with lust.

“God, yes.”

She lifted her hips just enough to guide my cock to her entrance, and then she sank down onto me in one slow, delicious slide. I groaned, my hands gripping her thighs as she took me all the way inside her tight, wet heat.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, rolling her hips. “So big.”

She started riding me, her movements graceful but demanding. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, hear the filthy, wet sounds as she fucked herself on my dick.

Her hands found my chest again, her nails digging in as she leaned forward, her fangs grazing my shoulder.

“Come for me,” she demanded.

And I did. Pleasure ripped through me as I came hard inside her, my cock pulsing as I filled her up. She moaned, grinding against me until she shuddered with her own orgasm, her cunt squeezing me tight.

She collapsed against my chest, her breath hot against my skin.

“Mmm,” she murmured, licking her lips. “I think I’ll keep you.”