Her tongue rang along Zephyr's neck, licking blood from the deep punctures that she'd caused herself. Swirling the taste in her mouth, she let out a sigh of relief as if she'd been just given water after a week spent in the desert.
"Why did you keep me waiting even though you were awake?" She asked, laying bare on Zephyr's chest.
Having shed their clothes, the two were simply cuddling for an hour straight–something the succubus would've probably made fun of Valentine for, but being a cold-blooded race, the vampiress loved nothing more than to soak her lover's warmth and twist and turn in the bed.
Even so, her fingers had made their way down her husband's belly and held within them his shaft. Pumping it with a stretch to his skin, Valentine kept on grinding her clit against the swollen tip of his penis. Letting out a hissing moan every time her clit was flicked over by Zephyr's skin, the vampiress squeezed him tight and kept him trapped withinher crimson gaze.
