“Wow!” Uncle Phil hadn’t been kidding when he said they made it good for us. Granted I didn’t have anything to compare this experience with, but…“Wow!”
“Ah. I guess it’s safe to say you’re with me once more.”
“I’m with you, Adam.” I’d always be with him.
That thought startled me, and I bit my lip. I’d fallen in love with him, in spite of my best intentions.
But wasn’t that just the sabor/vampyre thing?
“And you enjoyed it?”
“Are you kidding?” I opened my eyes lazily, certain they showed how sated I was. “It wasawesome!”
“Thank you.” He looked pleased.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, ‘no applause, just throw money.’”
He laughed, a deep sound that burrowed inside me and curled around my dick.
Of course it was the sabor/vampyre thing.
Of course it was.
He pressed cool lips to the spot on my throat where he’d drunk from me.
“Why didn’t it hurt?”
“There’s something in our saliva that acts as a natural anesthetic.”
“Oh. So it isn’t just you?”