Blood Red Kiss Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
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My skirt hitched up so easily, leaving just a sheer pair of tights between Hans’ thigh and my panties. I wished I could tug them aside myself, to give my myself the full sensation.

“Don’t worry,” Hans said. “I’ll do that for you.”

I yelped when he tore my tights free so easily and hooked his fingers in the lace of my panties.

“So beautiful and wet,” he whispered as I worked against him like the needy little girl who’d been playing over vampire stories for years.

“Follow your instincts,” he told me.

My instincts were already running wild. I was a fumbling mess as I tried to get out of my clothes, burning up, despite the chill of the night. I shrugged off my coat, and unbuttoned my blouse with clumsy fingers while Hans was teasing me so gently with his. I leant back as far as I could, and offered him my breasts in my white lace bra.

“Is that where you want to feel my teeth?” Hans asked.

I nodded, breathless. “Yes. Please.”

“You’re going to be such a dirty little girl. I knew it.”

My depths were coming to light. I’d been fantasising for so long, and over time those fantasies had got dirtier, and dirtier… and filthier, and filthier.

Hans smiled as he looked at my offered flesh.

“So tempting, but I have a blood-red kiss to take of my own first. Your pretty tits can wait their turn.”

My nipples tightened at his words. “Ok,” was all I could say.

Even in my terror there was a strange sense of peace, and I thought back to so many vampire novels and scenes that had shown the submission of victims to me. The moment they accepted their fate and embraced it. Wanted it. Needed it.

Hans brushed his lips against mine, and I was ready. I cried out as he nipped my bottom lip, just a little. A sharp pain that felt nice. I tasted my own blood, and he let out a moan that set my heart alight.

“Delicious,” he said, and his mouth met mine.

His kiss was so deep and fierce it ate me up. His tongue felt amazingly sensual, and I was kissing him like I had done in my dreams, wrapping my arms around his neck and asking for more without words.

I felt another sharp pain as he bit again, but I was too caught up to notice where the blood was coming from. Lips or tongue, or a mixture of both, I didn’t know and couldn’t care. The kiss was rich with a metallic taste and he was moaning, sucking. Drinking. He was drinking blood from my mouth.

I felt a little dripping down my chin and he licked it up in one swoop of his tongue. Then he pulled away far enough that I could see his mouth in the orange glow of the streetlights. Blood. My blood.

My first ever blood-red kiss.

I licked my bloody lips and opened my mouth for more.

He gave me more.

Bite me, I screamed silently, and he whispered in response.

“Patience, little one. You don’t want to have glaring bite marks on your face in the morning. People will definitely notice.”

So, he wasn’t planning on killing me tonight.

He smirked at my thought.

“I’m not going to kill you. We’re going to have a lot more fun than that. I can drink from strangers in a heartbeat, and leave them to their fate. Some want it, some don’t. I don’t care. I’m long past the days of regret and pity. I am who I am, and I need what I need. Human lives come and go, but mine does not.”

I smiled with relief.

“Time to give you your wish,” he said. “Give me your pretty tits. Offer them like a sweet little girl.”

He sounded much dirtier than I’d expected him to.

“Trust me. I’m a different creature than you might think. I’ve lived a long time, I’ve experienced a lot of things and played a lot of games. There is very little I haven’t done, and nothing I can’t show you.”

“Bite me then, please,” I whispered, my mouth still tasting of blood. “Show me.”

“Ask me to bite your tits, say it.”

I’d never been in this position before. Not without my hand between my legs. It felt difficult, like I was on display, and about to be the bad girl my mum had called me when she’d seen the dirty vampire stories on my bookshelf.

“Let me make it easier,” he said, and I was getting used to it. Him reading my mind.

His thumb brushed against my clit, and the feeling was so strong I panted.

“Say it,” he told me.

“Bite my tits, please.” My voice sounded so weak.

“Give it more. Trust yourself.”

I swallowed my fear, took a breath. “Please bite my tits and make me bleed. Make it hurt.”

“That’s much better. No one has ever played with your tits before, have they?”



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