He stalked slowly toward her, backing her into the back of the pick-up truck parked nearest to where she had been standing with the ease of a large, well-fed cat that knew it was about to drink it's fill of cream.
Just before he reached her, he tossed his cigarette to the ground. He towered above her for the barest of seconds and then his lips were on hers, insistent but restrained, forcing her mouth open and briefly flicking in his tongue before pulling back. Fisting his hands in her wavy hair, he pulled her head back to expose her throat, slicking the throbbing vein with his tongue, sucking the sensitive spot beneath her ear. He leaned over her, his hands supporting his weight on either side of her. Her hands had moved inside the leather duster to clutch at the material of the white undershirt he wore. His lips made a swift descent down the column of her throat, stopping to lick in the hollow before moving down to lightly bite the swelling tops of her breasts.
Before she fully comprehended what she was doing and before she could stop herself, she had the zipper of his black leather pants down. He tore her hands away with a sharp intake of breath, laying them instead on the cold marble of his chest. She rubbed her hands over the taut muscles of his stomach and chest to his corded back and it proved to be his undoing. In seconds he slid his hands up her thighs, flipping up her skirt and entering into her with such force that the parked truck was shoved backward on it's wheels. He plunged deep and she cried out, lurching forward in his arms, her nails raking down his back, her teeth lightly clamped on his earlobe, sucking.
In their frenzy to touch more skin, plunge harder, she pushed away from the truck, locking her legs around his waist as he stumbled back and to the side until he ran into a new black Cadillac. He swung around, pulling out of her and tossing her against the hood of the car, his hand in her hair. His lips seemed to be everywhere at once. When she moaned loudly against his mouth, he flipped her over until she was lying on her stomach across the hood of the car, his slick chest across her back, his shirt riding up his stomach with every thrust.
Harder and faster he pounded into her until her hands splayed in front of her on the hood of the car to keep her balance in case her legs buckled. He moved his hands up to twine with hers as he pressed kisses to the back and sides of her neck.
When she called out his name he flipped her over again to face him, re-entering her slowly as he looked into her eyes, not letting her break the gaze. He took in the sight of her glazed eyes, flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips before pressing another kiss to them and leaning towards her neck.
She could see the strain in the muscles of his neck and the sweat on his forehead as he held himself back, slowly rotating his hips until she thought she would melt to the ground.
In that final moment he gave one final thrust and sank his fangs into her neck. Her hands fisted in his hair, clutching his head to the throbbing puncture wound that was pouring her warm blood over his tongue and coating his lips. Their bodies convulsed as they found release, his sucking slowing until he was licking the punctures like a cat cleaning up it's last drops.
Belatedly she realized that the force of their orgasms had sent them to the ground of the parking lot and she let her head fall back against the curb, unable to speak. Still joined to her, he cradled her with his hands splayed across her back and placing light kisses on her lips, cheeks, neck and forehead. Cupping his face, she kissed him lazily, stroking his tongue and licking his fangs clean.
As the door to the bar swung open and two couples stumbled out, he scooped her up, her head resting on his shoulders and her arms around his neck, and carried her home.
**This story inspired by the song 'Night in My Veins' by The Pretenders**
