Chapter Six

Her fingers clung to his hair as his mouth found her again, more tenderly this time. He brought her back to him, pleasure and pain colliding in a secondary orgasm. Bram held her hips as still as possible as coppery sweetness coursed over his tongue again, unable to help himself as he suckled her tender flesh, assuaging the burning hunger deep within his stomach while giving her pleasure. Her honey eyes popped as she lifted herself to her elbows screaming out as her entire body arched into his mouth. He growled, forcing himself to pull away from her, desperate for more. He yanked her hips down to meet his.

He drove his hard, throbbing cock into her pussy, meeting her scream with a growl. Bram drove into her again, pushing himself further, desperate for release. He forced himself to slow, letting his shaft ignite her desire for the last time. He hid his soaked face in her curls, trying desperately to run erotic kisses down her neck wanting to have her cum with him one more time before it was over.

“I think I’m going to faint.” She whispered, and his fingers found her clit again, pulling and twisting it gently, desperate to end the lesser of his torments.

“One more time. Then you can sleep for an eternity. Just one more. Come for me.” Her own hand dipped between them giving him the chance to play at her ass. She used it as a catalyst for her orgasm. He moaned as her fingers played on his shaft and balls. Her pussy tightened as her fingers dipped inside her rubbing the length of his cock while he ravaged her.

He was there at the cusp of ecstasy, when his head dipped down to her breast. He bit her a second time, driving himself in her again and again, in a frenzy. She screamed, her fingers left their intimate position as she frantically clung to his hair and shoulders. His body tensed as he drove himself deep inside her, pangs of pleasure skittering over his entire body as her pussy rippled uncontrollably around him, pulling him deeper. His own body tensed, tingling waves racking him; heightened by the currents of coppery warmth he drew from her. Finally came the explosion. The previous three hours of the night coalescing into one moment of pure ecstasy as he drove into her one last time. Her pussy throbbed over him as she pressed her worn-out body into his. He held her there, his body shuddering slightly as hers racked over him as the last of their pleasure ebbed.

He drank deeply of her life source, pleased as she started to go limp. “That was the most amazing…”

Bram lifted his head, pressing his lips to hers for their last kiss. “Dream sweetly, you were wonderful.”

Smiling up at him, her honey eyes rolled into the back of her head. He laid her limp body down on the carpet. She wasn’t even capable, in her sex induced coma, to be afraid of his blood-stained face.

Bram walked to the far side of his office, hitting a button behind a blood-red leather-bound book of Dracula. A coffin-sized cooler jutted out under his bar, relatively close to the body. The lights in the bar had turned on and the music had stopped. Only a handful of stragglers were left, none of which were the mocha beauty’s friends. They must have assumed she found a way home, or that she’d left to get laid by the handsome rogue she’d been dancing with all night.

Bram meandered back to his bar, using a wet towel to clean himself up. He lit a cigarette and sat on the red leather sofa, taking in the woman. Blood oozed out over her naked body. Her skin had gone pale, and her heartbeat was slowly stopping. She’d feel no pain as she slipped into death. He preferred it that way.

He snubbed his cigarette out, bending low to lift the beauty into his arms. He carried her over to the cooler, which hissed and fumed as it opened. It was deeper and thicker than it looked; walls on both sides of a hollow held bricks of dry ice.

He lowered the body into the hollow, crossing her hands over her chest and fixing her hair. He contemplated turning her. He’d be able to until her heart stopped. He always thought about it, but he knew well enough that he couldn’t, no matter how his conscious would treat him over the next few days. He always regretted the monster that he was. But it couldn’t be helped.

Bram walked back to the book, pushing the button so that the coffin slid back into place. It looked like a section of wall again. He gathered their clothes, throwing any and all remnants of their short time together into a pile on the carpet.

He rolled it up, carrying it to the corner where he propped it. Someone would come to dispose of it once they knew he was done. He went back to his desk, opening the bottom drawer. A new shirt and pants waited for him, matching exactly what he wore earlier.

He donned them. The last of the stragglers were being led out now. He left the office, walking calmly to the bar. “One on ice and a water.” He tossed his jacket on.

“You got it boss.” The bar tender smiled, wiping down the cherry bar. Bram slapped the wood, nodded and left through the front door.