Welcome to my dirty little secret...I started writing this, oh a few years ago...never managed to finish it. Honestly, I don't even know why I'm posting it, and it is a hidden link...so not many, if any, will see it. Well, read my little secret if you want...don't if you don't...it matters not to me.
“We cannot keep doing this,” she breathed into his ear, pushing against his chest lightly with her open hands.
“I know,” he whispered back before lightly tugging on her earlobe with his teeth. The man’s hands lingered on the sides of her breasts a moment before lightly trailing his open palms down her sides, and around her waist to the small of her back. Receiving only a small cry of protests, the man roughly pulled the woman’s soft curves against his hard muscles. He could feel her cool breath against his warm cheek as he bowed his head and buried his face in her neck. Each drawing short, ragged breaths, the man lightly licked and nibbled the tender flesh at the base of her throat as he held the woman’s small form in his iron grip. With a soft purr, the woman lowered her head and sunk her fangs through his light shirt, and deep into the flesh of his shoulder. The man, groaning softly in a combination of pleasure and pain, dug his fingers into her soft, but firm rear end and lifted her feet off of the ground. Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, she lightly trailed her fingers through his hair, down the back of his neck, then back up into his hair as the man quickly made his way towards the bedroom door. The woman could feel the man’s excitement through both of their pants, and the warms radiating off of his body was almost enough to make her feel human again...almost. The man kicked the bedroom door open and threw the woman across the room and onto the bed, ripping her shirt off in the process. Yelping softly in surprise, the woman slide on the silk sheets a little before her back came in contact with the wooden headboard. Staring at him in the moonlight, the woman could see his steel blue eyes glinting slightly with a burning lust. Staring back at her, the man smiled darkly, loving the way the moonlight made her almost completely white skin glow, and the fires of passion smoldered behind her reddish-gold eyes. With a soft, primal growl, the man slowly stalked across the moonlight room, almost resembling a beast closing in on its helpless prey. In an instant, the man was harshly pressing her small form into the soft bed as he held her wrists above her head. Purring softly, the woman nipped at his cheek lightly as she tried to pull her hands free. In response to her feeble action, the man tore a strip from the bottom of his shirt and tightly secured her hands to the headboard. Satisfied at her lack of mobility, the man sat back on his haunches and stared at her. She looked so young in the moonlight...In one fluid motion, the man reached up to the woman’s waist and harshly ripped the slacks from her body.