“You need to let me go. I think I need more blood,” she said apologetically, almost ashamed of her apparently endless thirst for the red liquid.
Dante reacted as if she’d stuck a tack in his butt at that announcement and was suddenly moving. In a heartbeat he’d lifted her off of him and set her on the bed and then he was gone, crossing the room so quickly he was almost a blur. She watched him open the fridge in the entertainment cupboard, and then he was returning with several bags in hand. Dante handed her one, and set the others on the bedside table, then lay down beside her on his back.
Mary glanced from the bag of blood he’d given her to his supine body and licked her lips as her gaze slid down along his length. His hands were under his head, his legs crossed at the ankles, and he was sprouting an erection as she looked at him, Mary noted with interest.
“Feed,” Dante growled.
Mary hesitated, then tried to emulate his earlier actions and brought the bag quickly to her mouth, relieved when it popped smoothly onto her fangs.
“Good,” he murmured and let his eyes close.
Mary watched him silently as she waited for the bag to empty, noting that now that his eyes were closed, his penis had stopped growing and was only semi-erect. She thought he’d actually dropped off to sleep again, but when the bag was empty and she pulled it from her mouth, he blinked his eyes open, took the empty bag and reached to the table to retrieve a fresh one for her.
“How many times a day am I going to have to do this?” she muttered with irritation as she took the bag from him.
“It is different for different people, but this constant need shouldn’t last long,”
Dante said reassuringly. “I think it is because we did not have an IV to give you blood while you were turning and had to try to feed the bags to you orally while you were thrashing about. I suspect more landed on the bed than in your mouth,” he admitted with a grimace and then added, “That might have contributed to the length of the turn too.”
“We were in the room next door,” Dante said when Mary glanced down at the mattress they were on. “This is Francis and Russell’s room. We moved you here shortly before you woke up so that they could clean up our room and replace the mattress and such.”
“Oh,” she murmured.
“Now feed,” he ordered gently.
The moment Mary slapped the bag to her mouth, he nodded and closed his eyes again. Mary stared at him briefly, noting that his erection was smaller still and then reached out to clasp him gently. She didn’t really plan it or anything. In fact, her hand seemed almost to have a mind of its own as it closed around him.
Dante’s eyes immediately popped open, air hissing through his teeth as his hips bucked in response to her touch, and Mary stilled, shocked to feel a shaft of pleasure shoot through her as well. Knowing this was the shared passion he’d spoken of, and fascinated by it, she tightened her grip and then slid her hand down his shaft and slowly back up. Her own eyes immediately closed, a moan slipping around the bag at her mouth and her hips shifting where she sat as her body responded. She might have been touching herself, she thought faintly as she continued to caress him. Only touching herself had never felt this good. This was—
Mary gasped and blinked her eyes open with surprise when Dante suddenly rose up, caught her by the waist and lifted her, setting her down on top of his erection as he dropped back to lie flat again. She stared at him over the bag of blood, her eyes uncertain. He’d set her down so that her body held his erection flat between them. She could no longer touch him as she’d been doing, but he could touch her and smiled slowly as his hands reached for her breasts and cupped, then caressed them as she fed.
Mary closed her eyes on a sigh as he played with her. Her caress had brought on sharp, hard pleasure, but this was a slower, milder pleasure. At least it was until Mary shifted her hips against him, her core rubbing across his erection. The hands at her breasts immediately tightened briefly and Dante muttered something in Italian that sounded beautiful, but could have been anything from an insult to a grocery list. He did tend to switch to Italian when excited, she thought as she shifted herself across him again.
“Si, Mary, ride me,” he groaned, his hand dropping to grasp her hips to urge her forward and back along his length again, pressing her tighter to him as he did.
Mary moaned around the bag at her mouth, and did exactly that, helping to move herself over him. But the moment the bag at her mouth was empty, she tore it away and leaned forward to kiss him.