Après Morsure, Le Déluge (AMAZON)

When he took her virginity, Raphe reveled in the thought, but lost it when he saw all that blood.

His fangs emerged fiercely and he bared them with pride and he buried his head between her thighs and lapped at the blood.

A loud gasped chimed.

Her eyes widened, back bowed wickedly and she tugged at his dark hair with a death grip, while the onslaught continued.

His tongue and two fingers slipped deep inside her tight fleshy walls maliciously.

Her body began to shudder when he pulled hard on her clit, then she erupted on his probing tongue and mischievous fingers.

That tongue... it felt and worked like no ordinary tongue.

He raised his frame towering over her pale body; blood and shiny fluids stained his beautiful lips and some parts of his chin, top lip and cheeks.

The tip of his mouth turned up into devilish smile. He had a smug look on his face looking down at her weakened frame, with hooded claret eyes. He exposed his gory teeth and a barbed tongue slithered out and ran slowly across his bloody lips.

Two bloodstained fingers went into his mouth and leisurely he began to suck them off. His eyes closed as if he was savoring the flavour...

‘min söta ängel...’ an illegible verbiage rolled off his tongue.

The gruesome sight was mouth-watering and she began to lick her own lips repeatedly.

He came down on her in a flash, clutching a hand full of her hair firmly and took her mouth gently. His tongue split down the middle as he delved into her mouth tersely.

He tasted of copper, himself and her...

Even though his tongue was literally rough around the edges, she suckled his tongue vigorously; biting down on it, until it bled the crimson colour that brought him to her.