Syra woke slowly her brain fogged over, and cuddled into the warmth that was beside her. It took her a moment to realize she was cuddled with a body and looked up to see Dominic's sleeping face. She smiled to herself as she remembered the night before and kissed his chest, loving the feel of him next to her. She traced the line of his jaw, placing small kisses along it. Crawling on top of him she slid down his chest and belly leaving hot kisses behind in her wake. When she reached her prize it was only semi hard and even then she marveled at it. She ran a fingertip down the side of it and it grew harder. Syra looked up quickly and noted that he was still sleeping, and went back to what she was doing.
Syra squeezed it gently, watching as it grew fully harder and had the sudden urge to taste it. Running her tongue gently over the head she was thrilled at the taste of salt and man. Syra slowly took the tip in her mouth, loving the feel of the silky skin and hard muscle on her tongue. She moved her head down further, engulfing it slowly in the warm recesses of her mouth, gagging a bit then taking more. She started when Dominic's hand found her hair and she looked up to see his eyes open and watching her, the brown turning closer to black with the hunger swimming in them. Smiling to herself she started to bob her head up and down on him.
Dominic groaned low in his throat as he watched Syra swallow his whole staff then come back up and go down again. He had thought the sensation was just a dream, but when he had opened his eyes he felt more then just pleasure, but happiness at what she was doing. When her hand gently squeezed his balls he arched up his body bowing backwards.
Syra felt a thrill run through her at his body tightening and the sounds she drew from him. She came back off of it just a bit, flicking her tongue back and forth, when she was suddenly jerked up by her shoulders and rolled over. Syra felt a thrill through her at Dominic's now black eyes glinting down at her, his sin sliding over hers.
"It is not nice to tease Syra. Shall I show you what it feels like?"
Without waiting for her answer Dominic slid down her body, his teeth nipping her flesh as he did. When he lay between her thighs he smiled a full hungry smiles, his fangs fully elongated. Syra had a puzzled look on her face until his tongue snaked out and slid through her folds flicking her clit. She didn't have time to think before he dived between her thighs, his mouth sucking on her, and his tongue driving her crazy as it danced over her.
Syra threw her head back, her mouth open as a long moan escaped her. The sensations were to wild, to much for her to understand. Her hand tangled in his hair pulling his head harder against her and she screamed as her orgasm rocked through her, shattering her soul.
Dominic didn't give her time to come down, but moved back up her body and kissed as he slid into her body. He loved how tight and wet she was, the way her hips naturally moved and the way her body accepted him easily. He pulled himself out, leaving only the head, before pressing back in quickly and roughly.
Syra cried out her body responding immediately to the invasion. Her legs flew around his waist locking at the ankle, arching her hips rolling them around. Her nails dug into his back leaving scratches, some seeping blood.
Dominic groaned started to thrust in and out of her quickly, the velvet heat of her squeezing and pulsing around him. He felt his incisors lengthen to their full length and when she leaned back her head he had to fight to urge to bit into her neck and taste her blood. He lost the battle when he felt her ripple around him then clamp hard, and he buried his fangs into her vein.
Syra screamed as she came apart hard, the feel of him sucking the blood from her intensifying her orgasm. She heard Dominic roar as he emptied himself inside her and then collapsed on top of her. It was several minutes before either of them could speak, Dominic being the on who spoke first, though more to himself then to her.
"I can't believe I did that." He muttered to himself
Syra rolled onto her stomach and looked at him, instinctually knowing he wasn't talking about the sex. When he didn't say any more she decided to ask him.
"Can't believe you did what?" She asked softly still trying to recover her breath.
"I marked you." He answered his voice just above a whisper
"What is wrong with that? I liked that you bit me."
"You don't know what that means Syra, what all comes with the mark. It means I am claiming you as my mate."
Syra looked at Dominic for a moment before she launched herself at him, closing her arms around his neck. Happiness swirled through her and she laughed raining kisses down on his face and neck, her gold and green eyes shinning with pleasure that he was finally giving in. When Dominic pulled her back by her arms she thought that he was going kiss her, until she saw his face. His eyes looked dull and dead, his face cold as a statue's.
