Daniel
I get back into my head as soon as my knot starts to lower, with my teeth buried in Oliver's delicate neck.
Oh, dear god. Is this heaven?
I know I should do the polite thing and get off as soon as possible because Oliver must be in immense pain all over his body, but I can't stop myself. Drinking my omega's blood is a pleasure I never thought I could experience and I'm not going to rush the process. I don't want to pull my teeth away and let the wound heal.
When I see the wound disappear in Oliver's neck, I'm probably going to lose my mind.
"Fück, Daniel, this shït hurts.” Oliver complains beneath me, moving his body trying to get me off of him, but that only makes me star to harden inside him again, "No, stop! I need a break.”
I don't want to let him go, or take my teeth a
