Drowning Ophelia (Immoral Dracula) Read Online Free

breasts, to the tip of her rose colored tip, and up again to her red lips. She sucked on his finger, swallowing the sweet metallic substance. Her eyes widened. She clutched at his chest, wrenching her nails inside of him. Her whole being was in a daze of pleasure. She was under his control.  
    His eyes menaced, the charcoal blazed. Ophelia heaved, her chest rising and falling like a tumultuous ocean. She shivered beneath him in unrestrained pleasure, holding his face as the only stability.   Casimir lowered his face that their lips were only a breath apart. As Ophelia rose to meet him, she could barely contain herself. “Take me.”   Casimir laughed.
    She embraced him, biting his lip hard. Casimir bled. “Oops,” Ophelia giggled, licking her lips. Casimir touched a finger to the bloody lip and growled. He flipped Ophelia over so that she was on her stomach. “What are you—“ She could feel the silk around her wrists before she could finish the question. She was on her knees, her arms were tied above her head in black silk, her neck had a thin line of blood trickling down from the bite, her breasts were bare, and one nipple bloodied.
    Casimir slid his hand down her back and arched the sweet curve of her butt upward. He pushed her face in to the bedspread, her hands tied with black silk. “My fair virgin,” he whispered.  
    “Oh!” She gasped as he entered her. Slowly he penetrated her, the tip sliding past her smooth lips. She gasped again and he groaned. As he went deeper, she moaned and shrieked in unrestrained pleasure. He growled and clasped her by the hair, pulling her against him that her back was against his chest.  
    Casimir had captivated her entirely, she could not think. Her body was throbbing for him, relishing his existence, asking him to stay forever. Casimir growled and took her neck to his teeth. It was too much for Ophelia; the pleasure was unbearable, unlike anything she had ever known. She twisted her wrists in the restraints. She arched her back. He sucked more of the sanguine sweetness from her neck.
    “Casimir…” Ophelia moaned. “Casimir, I’m, I’m…” She writhed and undulated uncontrollably, reaching the climax. He placed his hands over her navel, holding her firmly to him. Casimir drove his teeth further in to her supple neck, driving them both further in to a red soaked madness.
    Ophelia screamed in wild, pleasure filled hysteria. As Ophelia reached her final crest, Casimir joined. He growled in to her neck, blood throbbing. Ophelia sighed a sweet, sensual breath. Casimir lifted his mouth from her neck, his teeth colored crimson.
    In her pleasured haze Ophelia hadn’t noticed all the blood. Lines like small rivers flowed down and all across her body from the puncture spot. She looked like a murder victim, save for the smile plastered across her face. She looked like a murder victim so delighted to be murdered.

    Casimir stared at the black oak ceiling. “This is wrong…”  
    “What? Is it me?” Ophelia stuttered, struggling to find the silk sheets to cover herself.  
    “No you’re exquisite… You’re perfect…” Casimir rolled over and swatted her hand away. “Your perfect round breasts…” He pulled the sheets down and traced an arc over her breasts. “Your smooth, supple skin…” He ran his hand over her skin. “Your beautiful…” He traced his hand lower. “Delicious…” Ophelia shuddered as he reached the smooth skin of her slit. “Cunt.” Ophelia gasped and knocked him away. She started to laugh.  
    “Your laugh.” He pulled her near him. “Your smile. Your silky, silver hair. Your stutter.” She started to pull away again, he held firm. His muscles bulged from his arms and abdomen when he held her close. “And your coyness, of course. Ophelia… Shy Ophelia… So coy with me now but so unreserved with your cunt before.”  
    Ophelia pushed him hard and he laughed.  
    “Then what is wrong?” She lied on his melted caramel chest,