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The breath upon your neck was hot and sweet, lips hovering so close that it made you tremble. Your back arched with longing, pressing against his chest as you leaned into the touch of his hands along your body; from within him came a rumble of amusement.

“So needy, darlin.” Remmick’s voice taunted low and slow, gliding his nose gently across your skin, lips a phantom along the shell of your ear, “Why rush things…”

You couldn’t help the indecent sound that escaped you, body a tight coil of anticipation as you pushed your rear back into his groin. Like the devil he was, Remmick’s hands held your waist firm, giving a vulgar roll of his hips against you. Despite the layers of clothing between you two, you felt utterly bare under his touch, clenching with desire and taking a deep breath in a fruitless effort to calm yourself.

Ever so gently, Remmick nipped your earlobe, his fangs but a tease on your skin; a full body shiver ran through you, his deep laugh taunting, “Tell me what you want, darlin.”

Your cheeks grew hot, abashed at the prospect - you’d never asked for what you wanted before, nor was it ever made an option to you. Sensing your hesitation, Remmick’s hands fisted in your skirt, pressing against you greedily, the feel of his member against your lower back causing you to moan.

“I won’t give it to you ‘less you tell me.”

You couldn’t help the tightening of your body, unable to resist the pull of his sultry sweet voice. Tipping your head back onto Remmick’s shoulder, you were met with his dangerous smile, the very thing that drew you to him in the first place. He had a face made for sin, dazzling and tantalizing, and the aura to match; how desperately you wanted to take part in it.

He trailed his fingertips up slowly, gliding gently until he could press his palm to your cheek, turning your head so the two of you were nose-to-nose. He took you in through hooded eyes, his tongue wetting his lower lip. You took a sharp breath, his coppery musk daring to make your head spin.

His eyes glinted mischievously, touch teasing, “Hm, cat got your tongue?”

Plucking up a fraction of courage, you murmured against his lips, “Something much worse than a cat…”

Remmick’s smile grew large and hungry, fangs flashing as his fingers swept to your neck again; his other hand continued to tease and tug at your skirt, stomach aflutter.

“I want–” You cut yourself off, bashfully looking between Remmick’s lips and wolfish eyes. You took a shaky breath, “I want you to take me… then take me again.”

His smile was one of utter indulgence, hands tightening; his voice was a deep, hypnotic rumble, “Just what I wanted to hear.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Remmick pushed you up against the wall, pressing his face to your hair and taking in a deep breath of your scent, hiking up your skirt in a single, fluid motion. You arched into his touch again, fingertips flexing without anything to grab and steady yourself; beneath your hands, the wall’s texture bit into your palm.

He pushed your skirt up above the curve of your ass, grip digging into your flesh; the warm night breeze danced across your body, much like Remmick’s hot breath against your neck.

Remmick kissed hungrily along your shoulder, hips rocking slowly as he slipped a hand into your silk panties, a lustful gasp escaping you at the feel of his fingertips teasing along your skin. You pressed back, head lulling to the side so he could explore the expanse of your neck; his other hand grasped needily at your waist, your stomach, your breast, squeezing tight as he let out a faint growl.

“Look at me.” He whispered against you, a command you obliged without hesitation, turning to face him as if entrance. Remmick pressed his forehead to yours, keeping his grinning lips just out of reach. Tauntingly, he dragged his tongue heavily along your lower lip, drawing from you an absolutely wicked moan, “That’s right, darlin.”

He trailed callous fingertips lower and lower down your front until he was slowly gliding them along your slit; a shuddering gasp leapt from you, to which you felt the rumble of another laugh in his chest. It made you ache for him even more.

At a fiendish, unhurried pace he dipped a single finger between your folds, delighting in your low moan as he eased himself knuckle deep. He lingered cruelly without any movement, staring into your eyes as if daring you to beg for it. You rut your hips against him, moaning at the satisfying feel of simply his finger inside you; a dark groan left Remmick’s mouth.

“Go on, take it.” He said in a low voice, lips brushing against yours with each word. Your knees felt weak from simply the charge of heat between you two, “‘Less you’re wanting for something a little more…”

Remmick slid his finger out of you, but quickly sunk back in with a second one, your gasp like sweet music to his ears. Again, he waited with an impish expression, which grew more gleeful as you rolled your hips, his fingers curling inside you with approval. You threw your head back as his other hand gripped your thigh firmly, helping you grind on him as his erection teased at your lower back.

His mouth scorched a hot trail from your shoulder to your neck to your ear, muttering words of encouragement as you rode his fingers, ass nudging greedily against the outline of his cock. Old paint peeled beneath your nails as you gripped the wall, body rolling in a way that was so unfledged yet so right. As your pace grew more assured, Remmick moaned in your hair, delighting in the feel of your hot, slick pussy clenching around his fingers. 

Remmick’s free hand moved up your leg and back to your breast, teasing your nipple through the thin material of your dress. With a faint gasp at the sensation, your hips bucked against him; the fingers inside you pressed even deeper as he chuckled with baiting lust. He began to pump them steadily in and out of you, your arousal making him slick, your panties growing damp. Remmick gave a domineering thrust of his hips, grinding on your ass as if to tease you with what you wanted most.

“Darlin, you’re soaked,” he growled deeply; you could feel his lips spreading into a wide, wicked grin against your cheek, “all for little ol’ me?”

Fuck, his goading made you clench taut around him, causing the both of you to moan together. Remmick tweaked your nipple again as his fingers buried deep inside you, moving harder and faster, causing your legs to shake with pleasure. His free hand snaked between you two, squeezing the fat of your ass with a hum before fumbling with his trousers, unbuckling and zipping with a haste unlike him. Just knowing what he was doing caused your pussy to tighten in anticipation, drawing another groan from his throat.

Remmick’s mouth found your ear again, fangs teasing at your tender flesh, “You feel like sin, and I’ve hardly begun… try not to cum for me to fast.”

You inhaled sharply at the instruction - every word that left his mouth just got you closer and closer, it was downright cruel. Remmick held firm to your waist as he pulled his fingers from you slowly; you moaned again, but in the same breath it became a cry of pleasure as his fingertips swirled your swollen, sensitive clit. He hummed amorously in your ear, expert touch making your eyes cross.

As Remmick continued to work his fingers in a leisurely pattern, he guided your hips back a step, his hard length teasing against your ass through his undergarments. Trying to keep yourself steady on shaky knees, you pressed your chest to the wall, to which Remmick gave an approving whistle, clearly enjoying the enticing look of your body at this angle.

Finally giving you some relief, he removed his fingers from your clit, a disappointed whine rising in your throat. He leaned over you, bracing himself against the wall with his opposite hand as you turned your head to find those fiendish, glinting eyes staring at you as if you were a meal; in a way, you would be sooner or later.

Without looking away, Remmick brought his glistening fingers to his lips, tongue swiping out to clean them, making you sigh. The corner of his mouth pulled back into a satiated, raunchy grin, eyes fluttering shut for a long moment in appreciation.

“Oh, the taste of you…”

Remmick breathed deeply, gripping your jaw in his hand, fingers still wet with spit and your arousal. He leaned in, crushing his lips to yours animalistically, causing you to whimper; his hold on you flexed possessively. When his fang faintly pierced your lower lip, he soaked up the single drop of blood with the flat of his tongue.

Leaning his forehead to yours again, Remmick lingered for a moment as if composing himself. He pulled back just enough to flash you a wicked smile before he abruptly slid your panties down around your knees, your body tightening with suspense. Remmick traced his hands over the curve of your ass while admiring you, resting one hand to the small of your back as the other shoved aside his own underwear. From this angle, you couldn’t see his cock freeing from the garment, but you felt his head bounce faintly on your rear, to which you pressed back.

“Wait for it, darlin.” Remmick gripped his erection and traced it against your ass cheek teasingly, delighting in your unabashed desire. He reached down between your legs again to glide his fingertips along your pussy, still wet with need, before he pumped the same hand down the length of his shaft. A shiver rolled up your spine as you felt Remmick position himself behind you.

The head of his cock teased at your entrance while he nuzzled against your neck once more. You thought he was going to whisper more taunts and provocations to you, but instead he thrust up into you swiftly, bottoming out in one fell swoop as he groaned. Unprepared, you cried out from the feel of his cock stretching you, knees practically buckling from the overwhelming sensations of it. Remmick’s hands squeezed tight as he pressed his hips into yours as if he could go any deeper, drawing another mewl from your throat.

“You’re gonna attract an audience making sounds like that.” Remmick growled through clenched teeth, fingers digging so hard into your skin that you knew it would bruise. He drew his cock out of you before plunging right back into your slick folds, and you moaned again, “You like that, don’tcha? You want someone to watch?”

Remmick began pumping into you at a steady rhythm, hips clapping against your ass as he ravaged you. Gasps and moans spilled from your parted lips as he stretched you, thrusts hitting nice and deep. His hands groped greedily at your exposed flesh, nails digging into your ass and waist, sliding under your wrinkled dress to cup your breasts.

“Oh, god–!” You moaned breathily, to which Remmick used his hold to pull you roughly back into his chest, thrusts unyielding as he growled in your ear.

“No god here.”

The danger in his voice and the changed angle of your body caused a strangled mewl to jump out of you, thighs quivering as Remmick penetrated you savagely. His hand blazed a fiery path down your front, sinking between your legs to press his fingers to your clit again, his teeth grazing along your neck. There was no restraining your sounds of pleasure, breathy and desperate as he buried his cock in you, pinching and teasing your sensitive bud.

“So good for me, darlin.” Remmick groaned into your flesh, his unoccupied hand trailing from your chest up to your neck; despite his rough, aching thrusts, he pressed his fingers around your throat tenderly, “Taking me like you were made for it.”

Your body shuddered at his words, pussy clenching tight around his cock and causing Remmick to grunt gutterally. His hand tightened around your neck as he took in a deep breath of your scent, plunging himself more urgently inside you. The fingers swirling your clit grew rougher and faster, your toes curling as desire began to crescendo.

“Rem–I–” the insistent thrusts of his hips made it impossible for you to get a word out, eyes rolling back as your body quivered.

“Don’t tell me you’re already there.” Remmick taunted wickedly, turning your head so the two of you could meet eyes; in your lustful daze, you could barely focus, causing a cruel smile to spread wide across his lips, “Look at you… Gonna cum, darlin?”

You nodded, his fingers applying more pressure to your neck, causing you to gasp at the disruption to your air flow. Remmick’s eyes shone darkly in the moonlight, fangs gleaming with invitation as your walls tightened around him. He thrust roughly and unrelenting, fingers on you whirling just right, watching your face devolve into a look of total ecstasy. His hand on your throat tightened just that little bit more, and with it your orgasm came over you like a storm, body trembling in Remmick’s grasp. He smiled deviously, tongue dragging longingly over his teeth as he drank in the sight of you; that possessive look made your moans even more depraved and desperate.

Remmick barely faltered his urgent thrusts, even as your body quivered with release; he relinquished the hold on your neck and clit to keep you upright, grabbing your hips as he sank deep into you. The stimulation made you see stars, your mewling unrestrained as your legs shook and your body throbbed.

Remmick’s grunts grew rougher, as if the sight of you coming undone got him closer to completion; he pressed his forehead into your hair, his sounds of pleasure making your own moans spill out frantically. His hands bruised against your skin, thrusts sharp and aggressive as he slowly lost control, and despite the aftershocks of your orgasm, you couldn’t help but clench around him, drawing a hiss from between his teeth.

“Bite me–!” You cried out breathily, as you tightened your hands into fists, overstimulation making you want to cum all over again. Remmick growled desperately, pressing his body against yours till you were practically flush to the wall, taking him nice and deep as your legs shook with pleasure. The abrupt change in angle had you whining, Remmick’s lips blazing along your neck and shoulder until he pressed his face close to yours.

“Say it again, darlin.” He instructed darkly as his movements became frenzied and fierce.

“Please,” You whimpered, “I want you to bite me.”

The guttural sounds in Remmick’s chest were feral as he groaned out, “Drain your neck like I drained your cunt.”

“Yes–!” You yelped, not that he was asking permission.

And suddenly his teeth broke skin, puncturing your neck so hard and fast that for a moment you didn’t feel it. When the pain caught up to you, an unrestrained cry sounded from deep within your throat, body taut and pussy contracting from the white hot searing; you could feel the blood coursing through your veins, a cold seeping into your extremities.

Remmick’s cock slammed up inside you before his hips stuttered to a halt, unruly grunts vibrating in his chest, moans loud and untamed against your neck. Your own cries of delight and pain fell past your lips as your head lulled to the side, offering as much flesh to Remmick as he desired. His body went rigid for a few long moments as he drank from you, cock twitching inside your pussy, spilling his seed.

Feeling lightheaded, you couldn’t be sure how long you two stayed like this, legs shaky and bodies buzzing with release. You gasped for breath as Remmick held tight to you, lips still pressed to your neck, cock still buried in you; his chest heaved laboriously against your back, and though you felt wobbly, you brought a hand up to gently cup the back of his head. Your fingers curled in his hair, your touch causing him to take in a deep breath of your scent.

You realized that your neck no longer stung as it had a minute ago – he’d stopped drinking from you, though you could still feel the prick of his fangs latched on. A contented hum rose in Remmick’s throat as he slowly pulled away from your neck, pain flaring momentarily from the fresh wounds; a faint gasp, whether from pain or pleasure, escaped you. 

Remmick nuzzled fiercely into your hair, breathing scratchy and deep, his hands holding you possessively. A warm drop hit your collarbone, and you couldn’t be sure if it was simply spit or if it was your blood, though it made your toes curl nonetheless. 

“Darlin thing…” Remmick grumbled as his grip flexed on your hips as if he hated the idea of peeling your bodies apart. When he eased his drained cock out of you, a vulgar moan fell from your lips, his cum slowly dripping down your inner thigh. Behind you, Remmick corrected his underwear and trousers before taking you aback by gingerly helping you with your own attire, panties pulled back up your legs and dress eased over the curve of your ass.

And in the next breath he spun you around hastily, pushing you back into the wall with his body, eyes gleaming wildly as he gazed upon your face. You gasped and licked your lips unconsciously at the sight of your blood trailing down Remmick’s chin, which caused a macabre smile to break out across his lips. He leaned in good and close, arms braced either side of your head, hips pinned against you, forehead lowered to yours. Tentatively, you reached out, fingers gently gripping the front of his shirt as you drank in his post-sex appearance - menacing and devilish and as charming as he ever was.

Remmick’s breath was hot on your skin as he pushed closer, lips hovering just out of reach, teasing you yet again with your own yearning. You leaned into him that little bit more, causing a chuckle to rise from his throat as he whispered, coppery lips grazing yours with each and every word.

“Go on, then - have a taste. I’m not done with you yet…”