Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

She whispered, her hand slipping up into his hair. “There are no cameras here,” she breathed.

“Ivy.”

She knew what he wanted to say.

They shouldn’t have sex while he fed, they should wait for the training week to be complete before that. But what if she dies, before then. Not like she was planning to buy die but what if. Just what if?

Ah. She wanted him. Needed him. And she certainly wasn’t having any of those annoying training rules that kept him away from her.

She was quick to undo his belt, and making him bury his nose at the crock of her neck. Knowing that they were both consumed by this addiction of each other, was a knowledge she had exploited fully to her favour.

Her scent rushed into his lungs, fogged his brain, wreaked his thinking, left him helpless and at her mercy.

Her hands slip over his boxer brief, enclosing around his thrubbing dick, running her hand up and down his length.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I–vy, I came here for us to talk. We are not supposed to do this for a week.” His hands were curled into fists against the surface of the table, his eyes looking a little dazed. He should be able to fight her, except that he was just as starved, addicted, helpless, and a part of him wanted this, wanted her closer, and hated the fact that his boxer briefs was standing in the way.

Why did he even have any of this clothes on, he wanted her warm hand wrapped around his hard cock, that warm skin against his naked sensitive own.

What he wanted the most was to be be inside her while he fed.

The taste of her.

The feel of her tight around him.

By the blood, the ecstasy!

He shouldn’t.

He knew he shouldn’t.

He had stop this.

He had to be the more logical one here and stop this.

“My love, stop.”

He was starting to stand up and she needed to move fast.

She pulled his briefs off, enough for his erect dick to pop out as her hands finally wrapped around his length.

“Fuck.” He moaned from the feel of her warm fingers, her pussy clenched with anticipation from his lustful gasp, and she bit her lips.

This would be so good.

Her movement was slow, up to the top, down to the base, letting the side of her palm graze over his balls.

His eyes was starting to turn glowing red.

His hunger really got him bad.

Good. Her crave for him was just as aching.

She smiled, moving forward, arching her back, pushing her breasts into him, as she leaned closer towards his ear.

“I want your dick at the back of my throat.”

His hand shot up to her lower back, to stop her, but instead his fingers made a move to sneak into her shirt and unclasp her bra.

Thankfully, he had quickly stopped himself but that was more than enough to encourage Ivy to keep going.

She dropped to her kneels, and pulled him by the band of his trousers to stand, so that his dick was in a face.

A majestic view.

Always impressive.

“This is going to fuck up our progress. You don’t want to do this.”

“I want to.” Her fingers were wrapped around him again, her lips pressing kisses against the base of his dick.

He had never seen her like this before.

Didn’t even know this side of her existed.

It was the addiction, and that same addiction was defeating him too. Because why couldn’t he stop her?

“It’s the… fuck… stop… It’s the addicti– ahhh” his words dissolve into a moan, and he threw his head back, as her warm lips went around the tip of his cock then down his length.

Hearing her choke on him sent his body forth with a pleasurable jerk.

Control had never been so damn hard.

But then again, he had never had to struggle with his Potential.

He just loved been in her mouth.

Addicted?

She knew.

For goodness sake she knew she wasn’t acting like herself, but she just needed him so much it didn’t matter.

Besides, why should they keep themselves retrained by stupid rules?

If he didn’t fuck and feed from her today, she would die from how deprived she had now become.

She just knew it.

She sucked diligently, his moans filling her ears, his grunts and a jumbled of words about how she had to stop, filling the room.

Words she boldly paid no mind to, words she ignored like as if they were never spoken in the first place.

He ought to be fighting this but like he had been possessed, he found himself snaking his fingers into her hair, as he pushed himself further into her.

She didn’t fight him, instead she relaxed into his guidance and kept going, till she gagged again, and she pushed a little away, her tongue licking his thrubbing cock to the tip.

By the time she finally let him go, precum was seeping out of his cock, saliva all over it.

She looked up at him, at his dazed eyes, and his poking fangs.

Finally, there they were.

She stood up, kissing his neck, putting a little distance between them so that his dick wasn’t pushing against her in it’s desperate need for pleasurable release.

A silent punishment for how stubborn he had been.

“This is just so fuckingggg wrong. We are going to have to start again, I could kill you.” he said tightly, cupping her face in his hand, so that she was looking right at him.

She had him right where she needed him.

Her hand moved up his lips, over a fang and she pressed her finger against it, allowing her blood to drop down into his mouth.

His eyes went full red and she took that opportunity to lean against him, pressing herself fully to him as she whispered breathlessly.

“I want y-your fangs… your dick… buried deep inside me.”