Chapter Nine

"Oh, I need you to eat me out," Abigail moaned. "I've been so wet waiting for your flight to land and for you to get home. It was so hard not taking care of myself."

"Sounds like you suffered."

"Badly. You owe me."

Damien's hands squeezed her thighs. "Then I better start paying you back."

Abigail didn't wait. She rose and sat on the edge, the water trickling down her body. Her thighs were parted, her fiery, trimmed bush covering her aroused vulva. In the candlelight, she seemed ethereal, a goddess who descended to earth and waited to be worshiped.

Damien ran his hands down her thighs as he leaned in. Her skin was so silky and warm beneath his touch. His lips nuzzled into her pussy, licking into her hot folds. Her tart flavor was faint but growing with every lick.

"Oh, baby," Abigail moaned, her hands running through Damien's hair as his whiskered cheeks rubbed against her soft folds. Her hips undulated on the bath tub's edge, her breasts jiggling above Damien as she shuddered. "Eat me, baby. I missed this."

His wife's groans were primal and urgent. The pitch of her voice rose. Damien knew the signs. He was a hunter, he studied his prey, and he knew intimately his wife's reactions. Her fingers tightened in his short hair, pulling hard as her passion consumed her.

"Damien!" she gasped, her body shuddering hard. Her juices flooded his mouth, so tart and delicious. He drank them down while he kept his tongue flailing through her vulva, gathering every last drop of her juices. Her breasts bounced up as her back arched. Her fingers gripped his hair tight.

And then they relaxed as she let out a purring moan.

"Mmm, that's what I missed." Her blue eyes fluttered open and stared down at him. Her hands caressed his cheeks. "I love you, Damien."

He grinned at her.

Abigail sank down into the water, her arms around his neck, pulling Damien in for a hot kiss. Her tongue flicked around his lips, gathering her juices as her hips undulated. Damien reached down and guided his cock to her pussy's entrance.

Abigail's thighs wrapped around him as he sank into her depths. Pleasure raced up his cock as he experienced his wife's embrace. She broke the kiss and let out a shuddering moan as he delved all the way into her sheath.

"Oh, Damien," she moaned. "Mmm, yes. I love it."

Abigail locked her ankles behind the small of his back, using her legs to slid her pussy up and down his shaft as he punched. Her lips pressed against his neck, hot and nibbling. Shudders ran down his body to his aching cock.

"So warm," she moaned. "I can feel the warmth of your love beating inside of you."

"For you," Damien groaned, his hands cupping her ass beneath the waters.

"I know," Abigail panted, her breath growing throaty. Her pussy clenched down on his cock. "Mmm, you are so warm. I can feel it."

Her lips nibbled again at his neck.

"And you're hot," Damien groaned. "So tight on my cock. I missed you, baby. I wish you had come to Albuquerque with me."

"So do I!" she moaned. "I'm sorry."

"For?" he groaned, his hips thrusting harder. It was hard to think with her pussy clenching about his cock. The pleasure rushed through his body. He shuddered in her embrace as his balls tightened, his orgasm only a few thrusts away.

"I messed up." Her lips sucked up on his neck.

"How?"

Sharp fangs pierced his throat. Euphoria flooded through his veins. Abigail moaned as she drank his coppery blood. Her pussy spasmed about his cock as she writhed beneath him. She sucked harder, drinking down his life as she came on his cock.

The euphoria of her vampiric venom banished almost all thought from Damien. He couldn't break away from her tight embrace. He didn't want to. Bliss filled his mind. His hips thrust into her as the euphoria reached his balls. They tightened. The pressure swelled in his nuts.

His vision darkened as he erupted into the vampiress that had been his wife.

She's turning me. The realization struck Damien at the height of his orgasm. No!

There was no fighting her sucking mouth. His heart beat slowed as his orgasm died. His vision went dark. Her lips were hot on his throat as the last feeble pulses of his life flowed into her.

Who destroyed my wife. What vampire turned her?

Damien sank down into undeath.