He pulled her into his arms, his embrace strong and possessive. He kissed her, a deep, lingering kiss that tasted of his own cum and her desperate, loving adoration.
He held her like that for a long moment, his heart hammering against his ribs, a profound sense of rightness settling over him.
This woman, this proud, ancient Vampiress, was his, forever now.
When he finally pulled back, he looked at her face, still glistening with the mess of their lovemaking. He saw not just pride and adoration, but a flicker of something else. A renewed hunger. The fire he had ignited in her was far from extinguished; it was just beginning to roar.
Nulissa looked at him, her crimson eyes glowing with a newfound, bold confidence. The shyness from before had melted away, replaced by a raw, primal need. She gently disentangled herself from his arms and, without a word, moved on the bed.
