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between my aching balls.
    My cock bobs, and she smiles, her lips curled around my shaft. Over the past couple of days, she’s gone through the hellish transformation from human to vampire, yet during those long hours, I’ve frequently been treated to that joyous smile of hers.
    I vow to safeguard her bubbly personality as I will protect her lush body. She is mine to cherish. I cup her indented cheeks, her mouth sucking and releasing, sucking and releasing, tugging on my sensitive skin.
    Charlotte palms my balls, squeezing them gently to the rhythm of her bobbing. She is mine, but I am hers. She holds me in her hands, her mouth, and her heart.
    I haven’t felt this close of a connection to anyone other than my maker, and perhaps not even to that long dead vampire. He was a sadistic bastard, and Charlotte is as sweet as those cupcakes she bakes.
    She licks along the veins of my shaft. I don’t have to enter her mind to read her thoughts. I see them written on her face. She’s hungry for my blood, and she doesn’t know why, and this scares her.
    “Suck me off, Charlotte, and then you can feed.” I can better explain what I’ve done to her after I ease the agony in my balls.
    “Viktor?” Her fangs drop, slicing her bottom lip, and her tantalizing blood scents the air, escalating my need for her to unmanageable levels.
    “Suck me,” I command, pushing her head downward.
    Her emerald green eyes glitter with rebellion, but she does as she’s told, inhaling my cock up to my base. I sigh with satisfaction, and then moan with desire, as she works my cock with a punishing intensity, her sucking harsh, and her movements fast, with her fangs grazing my skin.
    I hold out for mere minutes, my control wearing thinner and thinner with each brutal suck. I’m an elder, and only she can do this to me, pushing me to the edge of all reason. “Charlotte, beloved,” I warn her.
    Her fangs prick my base, and I roar, testing the limits of our soundproof bedroom. I thrust my hips upward, my cockhead pounding against the back of her throat, and Charlotte sputters as my cum fills her mouth, but my beloved gulps it down, not wasting a drop of my white vampire spunk.
    While she swallows, she sucks shallowly, mixing blood and cum in an erotic combination I’ve heard past lovers describe, but have never experienced myself.
    My cock is drained, and I quiet, lying still, my limp cock in her mouth, allowing her to feed off me. “You’re like me now, Charlotte.” I wind one of her curls around my finger. I wanted to prepare her more for this change, but my wants are no longer possible. “We are vampire.”
    She breaks from me unaided, and licks me, speeding my healing process. Pride fills my chest. My strong woman has already learned self-control.
    “It wasn’t a nightmare, was it? The shooting? The pain? The blood?” she asks and I nod. “The window!” Charlotte sits up. “The guy shot it out. I have to get back to the shop, or they’ll steal me blind.” She scrambles off me.
    I catch her wrist, stopping her. She twists her arm, but I don’t release her. I tell my beloved she’s a vampire, and her first concern is her business. She loves her cupcake shop, and I’ve taken that dream away from her.
    No, the gunman took it away. “You were dying, Charlotte. I couldn’t allow that.” She means too much to me. “I had to turn you.”
    “Yes, yes.” She waves her free hand. “I was dying, and you saved me and now I’m a vampire, a blood-sucking goth girl. I get that. About my shop --”
    “Charlotte.” I try to smile, in an attempt to comfort her, but after centuries of frowning, it feels unnatural and from her widening eyes, I know I haven’t successfully captured the expression. “The cupcake shop is your old life. You can’t return to it.”
    “Why not? Is it because of the sunlight thing?” She frowns for a second, and I quickly gather my thoughts, wishing to say the right things to make it easier on her, but when