Orian’s pov
I rolled my tongue her wet n****e, nipping gently with my fang and she whimpered trashing beneath me. The scent of her arousal wafted through my nostrils and her moans soothed my hearing driving me with the longing to shove up her dress, drag down her panties, and thrust into her.
I moved my hand down to her dress, raising it and at the same time skimming my fingers across the soft skin on her luscious lap. I felt the soft hairs on her skin graze the pad of my fingers as I gripped at the flesh, rubbing my thumb slowly across it, "I want to f**k you, Amara."
"You said you wouldn't take me to your bed." She raised her lap making the dress fall over to her waist and exposing the pristine white of her cotton panties. I could imagine her blood coating my c**k and staining the wh
