Chapter SixI laid back on the mattress, as n***d and as dirty as I had been when I'd crawled out of the Thames. No sooner had I lain back than Poppy was upon me. Her lips and her tongue ran over my neck, my ears, my shoulders. Kissing, l*****g and nipping at my collarbone and my chin and then around my breasts, carefully avoiding my n*****s at first for fear of rushing and spoiling the fun.
Her tongue followed the contours of my breasts, looping circles that went around and around and around. I moaned gently in an ecstasy that was different to that of drinking her blood. This was somehow more personal, more intimate. This was an ecstasy that only I would know of. As Poppy was an ancient vampire, I knew (though I hated to think of it) that many vampires would have loved her through the age
