The Sweetest Kiss: Ravishing Vampire Erotica

Welcome back to the Fleshbot Book Club-your chance to get a sneak peek at some of the hottest erotic literature out now. Today's selection comes from Cleis Press's The Sweetest Kiss: Ravishing Vampire Erotica, edited by D.L. King.

The following excerpt is from "The Student," by Sommer Marsden.

I wonder if they will find my notebook and recorder or my clothes or bits of me. Will I die here? Will he bury me? Eat me? Drop me in the woods like a used husk?

He slams into me with his long smooth cock and I wrap my legs around his waist, hold on to arms the size of thighs, stare into eyes the color of aged whiskey. Still stunned and dazed and muddy in the head, I slowly realize he isn't feeding now. He's watching me. "You're stunned. I've stunned you. If I let you come out of it, you would be afraid."

I touch his lower lip and he bites my finger. The thick syrupy feeling spreads through me again. I moan as he rocks against me, penetrates, fucks. I move with him, offer him another finger, the middle one. This time I watch his teeth flash, sink, invade and another orgasm turns my brain to blood and sunshine.

"No one ever comes here. They are all afraid. I've made it so." His lips are full and red and I lean in and kiss him. His tongue is as cool as metal.

"I'm too stubborn to be logical."

His cock hits everything, the best and worst of me, slamming deep until my body coils around him, grabbing him with greedy spasms. My nipples ache from the cold of his chest.

"You are brave?"

"Stupid," I correct.

"Curious," he nods. "A warrior."

"Just a student."

His teeth slip along my throat but do not break the skin. He traces my chin with his tongue, brutal thrusts never wavering. His mouth finds my mouth and the insides of his velvety cheeks and the tip of his tongue taste like flowers and watermelon, all things bright and sweet and summertime. I run my tongue over his canine and feel my blood bloom and start to run. He growls-feral, strange. There's a thrill in my blood that he can taste because his teeth, this time, sink all the way home.

"Stay with me."

"I'm a pain in the ass." He fucks me harder and I hear my head banging the wall as if from far away. He tenses and sinks his teeth in farther. He's coming and a noise comes out of his
throat like a hiss.

He's overcoming me. He's drinking up my life. It is a dull ache, the kind that touches your bones, like the flu or a break in the bone itself. It floods my body and my mind swirls darker,
darker down. "Stay with me," he says again.

"Your name?" What? Why do I care?

"Sebastian. Sebastian Wolff. This was my family home. Stay with me. You taste like youth."

"I'm just a student."

I come one more time but it's weak and pale compared to the others because I'm sinking, losing consciousness. Is this it, or will he bring me back? Does he need permission? My body works the last flicker of orgasm and I cling to him-a moveable mountain with wicked, sharp teeth. His hair is black, I recall. It seems like a hundred years ago that he came tearing into the room for me.

"I can teach you," he says and all I can sense is him now. The world has receded. I'm drowning.

"Do it," I say. And he takes me under.

Excerpted from The Sweetest Kiss: Ravishing Vampire Erotica an anthology edited by D.L King and published by Cleis Press.

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Copyright (c) 2009 by Cleis Press.

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