There she was. His for the taking. He could smell the innocence of which her body had once been. Here she was in his arms. Her naked body pale and gleaming in the light. He took off his shirt and began with his pants. He slid into her very slowly. She moaned at the feel of his hard dick. Then he began to slid in and out of her, wtching her beautiful eyes gleam in the candle light. He kissed her warm lips and massaged her tongue with his. Very slow and passionate and then his kisses began to become more carnal, but passionate and sweet tasting.
SHe moaned again. This was the most pleasuring pain she had ever felt. His thrusts began to become faster and deeper, but it didn’t hurt her in a bad way but was very pleasuring. SHe had an orgasm again and again. They just kept comming. Her moans became louder and louder. She screamed his name and he loved that and he loved her but his kind could never love or be known. That was the thought that made him more and more depressed because she was the one that he wanted to spend this nverending life with her, but he did not want to put her through this pain that ate him alive everyday that he would awake to kill.
(dont worry this is not the end)