She needed that sweet release. She needed him to make her come undone. But the longer he left her wanting more, the more she began to wonder if he would ever give her what her body needed.

And then he was pulling away from her, hands and lips leaving her breathless and wanting. "Troy...fuck...." Her body ached for him. It arched in the swing hoping to come into contact with any part of him. But he was already across the room and sifting through one of the many drawers filled with toys and items that would bring them both pleasure.

She heard the words he spoke back at her and she groaned in response. She knew he would not leave her hanging indefinitely, but damnit she wanted him now. She tried to tell herself that he was building up for something better, that he would give her the best orgasm of her entire life.

The room went dark as the blindfold was placed over her eyes. She gasped lightly as the sense of sight was taken from her. She knew that now she would be forced to rely on her other senses and in the state of arousal she was in, she knew it would be both pleasuring and painful.

She feels him come up behind her, changing her position to one more upright. The sudden sting of his slap made her suck in her breath. The sting with the soothing caress after made lean against the sensations. The vibrations are almost too much for her wound up body, the plug doing nothing but driving her closer. She can feel the way her breath quickens, the arousal evident.

He finally presses against her, her butt immediately pressing into the arousal she can feel behind her. But he isn't finished with her. She gasps lightly as he pinches her nipples. Head arches sideways as he plants kisses to her neck, her skin on fire for him.

She hears movement, but his steps were quiet enough that she knew he was close, but not that close. A gasp leaves her lip as she suddenly swings forward, impaling herself on his ready arousal. She groaned deeply as he filled her, only to nearly shudder as he began that quick pace that she so desperately needed.

His words were all but an invitation. Reaching for him, she stills over him, their bodies coming to an abrupt halt as her body comes around him. Muscles shake with the intensity of her orgasm, fangs quickly piercing his neck as the taste of his intoxicating blood floods her system. She rides out her release (and hopefully his own), before she smoothes over the puncture wounds, leaving no trace of her bite. She collapses against the swing as her body instantly turns into Jello. "Christ, Troy." It was so perfect, so needed. In this moment, she loved the man before her with every inch of her body, mind, and spirit.