She knows it is time. She has been waiting all day and is secretly thrilled to finally have his touch and his kiss, although she knows his kiss could be fatal. She is not afraid. Once again she thinks back to her last dream.
Slowly, she walks up the flight of stairs to her bedroom. It is where she knows he is waiting. She shivers slightly, as a cool breeze blows across the hallway from an open window. Her nipples are hard, and her pussy is wet, yet again. He has that effect on her.
In her dreams, she always sits nervously waiting for him. He comes for her at dusk, silent but deadly handsome. Long fingernails trail a path along one bare shoulder. She feels a cold breath on her tender neck and a rough tongue flicks back and forth. As if hypnotized by a cobra about to strike, she is enthralled and sits waiting for it.
She is cold, colder than before but she knows what she wants. His rough hands cup her soft breast. Holding her breath, she watches as he slowly slides a long nail along her soft pussy and makes a small cut that bleeds a tiny bead. He bends his head to lick the drop, savoring the taste of her blood and her sex. She shivers with the memory, her nipples once again hard and her pussy hot and slick.
Will he, will he bite tonight? Will he bestow his final kiss?
She shakes off the memory of her dream. Her pussy is now throbbing with desire. She wants to feel his hard cock force its way into her cunt. She knows it will be big, bigger than any she has encountered and her cunt quivers in anticipation. She can feel her sweet nectar seeping from her nether lips ready to be lapped up by his cold tongue and hungry mouth.