[She does make him feel good. Just having her here makes him feel good, far better than he ever really thought he could feel again. There's been an empty part in his soul for so long that Mitchell has almost forgotten it was there, a part he's tried to fill with blood, with other vampires, with girls like Josie, all to no avail. It's clichéd in the extreme to think that they were made for each other but perhaps they were.
A vampire in love with a girl with no blood? That's poetic, at the very least.
Her nails dragging along his side have goosebumps cropping up along his skin, the chill coupled with the gentle bite of her nails making him need to fight down a shiver. And it would seem that while just yanking his trousers down isn't enough to get him really going — he'd need to be pumped full of fresh blood for that, gorged on that sweet nectar drained from some hapless soul — this slow exploration is doing its trick, for he can feel his cock twitch slightly against his thigh, swelling curiously.]
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A vampire in love with a girl with no blood? That's poetic, at the very least.
Her nails dragging along his side have goosebumps cropping up along his skin, the chill coupled with the gentle bite of her nails making him need to fight down a shiver. And it would seem that while just yanking his trousers down isn't enough to get him really going — he'd need to be pumped full of fresh blood for that, gorged on that sweet nectar drained from some hapless soul — this slow exploration is doing its trick, for he can feel his cock twitch slightly against his thigh, swelling curiously.]