Luka Forrester

This too should hurt, should frighten her. But it doesn't. She finds only the inexorable and uncharacteristic desire to utterly submit. To give herself to him so fully that it only seems natural to let him open her throat as he thrusts into her. She writhes in his lap, moaning his name. The heat building deep in her belly, between her thighs combined with the cold that rushes in as he drinks from her makes her delirious and she begs him not to stop. To take every part of her, to claim her body as his. Her pleading only grows more feverish as the exertion of riding him pumps more of her hot, sweet blood into his mouth.