<span style="font-style: italic">Make me yours.</span>That was exactly what Nikolai wanted to do.  He wanted to pleasure her so completely that she could never be content with another man.  If anyone else ever touched her, Nikolai wanted Lilith to moan his name, wishing that it was it was him instead.  He wanted her to always crave him, the same way that he so desperately craved her.<br/><br/>Nikolai withdrew his fangs, but kept his mouth clamped to spot they’d pierced.  As red fluid seeped from the twin puncture marks, Nikolai eagerly licked it up, like a cat drinking milk. Lilith’s blood tasted wonderful, and it carried echoes of the pleasure her body was experiencing.  Soon, Nikolai started feeling a little drunk, and a completely unexpected pressure began building inside him.<br/><br/>Despite the way that Lilith aroused him, Nikolai hadn’t really expected to come during their lovemaking.  It was difficult for vampires to reach climax, since their bodies simply weren’t focused on sexual reproduction anymore.  That was another reason that many kept human slaves -- and the reason those slaves tended to get broken.  But now, impossibly, Nikolai felt himself sliding toward a release that had waited for a hundred years.<br/><br/>Seizing Lilith’s hips, Nikolai began hammering into her so forcefully that each thrust bounced her body against the mattress.  The entire bed was moving beneath them, creating vibrations which rippled across the floor, knocking a book of fairy tales off its shelf.  Even though Lilith still seemed to be experiencing pleasure, Nikolai knew that he must pushing her to edge of human endurance.  But he couldn’t make himself ease off.<br/><br/>As fire flooded through his nerves, Nikolai moaned against Lilith’s throat, smearing his lips with her blood.  “Oh god!  Oh Lili...I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.  But I’m so close.”