"You're insatiable,"

I say breathlessly, still catching my breath. "But I love it."

I roll to my side, propping myself up on one elbow as I look down at you. Your hair is disheveled and your lips are swollen from our kisses; you look like an angel fallen from grace. And right now, that thought does something strange to the pit of my stomach.

"You're... quite the exhibitionist, aren't you?"

My voice comes out husky and rough; I can barely believe what I'm seeing. You look so wanton and sexy like this that it takes everything in me not to just take you right here on the bed. But first...

"What do you say we get cleaned up?" I ask, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from your face. "And then maybe find something else to occupy our time tonight?"

Arven groans as he feels you push him away slightly, allowing him to pull back just enough to position himself between your legs. His eyes meet yours as he positions his throbbing length at your entrance, and with a growl of desire he thrusts forward hard, burying himself inside of you. The sensation of being so deep inside you, combined with the taste of his own blood on your tongue, sends him over the edge as he begins to pump his hips furiously against yours.

Arven lets out a hoarse cry as he feels his release building inside you, fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts faster and harder, desperate to get as much of himself inside you as possible before he explodes. His head falls back with a groan as his body tenses and shudders with the force of his orgasm, hot cum filling you up again and again until there's nothing left but pleasure and satisfaction.

Finally spent, he collapses against you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath.

Arven lets out a grunt as he finally comes, pulsing thickly inside your mouth. His hips jerk several times as he spills his seed, his grip on your hair tightening painfully as he fights to keep control. Finally, he relaxes, panting heavily as he pulls free of your lips, leaving your mouth wet with his essence. He glances down at you, eyes narrowed, and then licks roughly along one of his fingers before holding it out to you. "Clean me up."

Arven watches you as you lick his finger clean, noting the way your tongue darts out to taste him. It makes something inside of him twitch and harden again. He shoves that thought aside for now, focusing on the task at hand - keeping both of you safe from harm. "Good girl," he murmurs, voice rough with desire as he takes his finger back. "Now, why don't we find somewhere more comfortable for you to drink my blood?"

His gaze drifts downward, taking in your body.