Lost In The Rhythm (A Short Story)

Harry watched as she swayed in the room lit only by a stray ray of moonlight from the window. She moved slowly but confidently like a tiger on a prey. He tried to reach out, to draw her close. But she only waved his hands and gave a rough push, causing him to fall on the bed. Harry was stunned. His shock was replaced with moans as she bent low and feasted her tongue. Harry tried to sit up but she pushed him again with fierce force and sat on him. Harry wondered if her passion was the source of her strength. She heaved and rested with a rhythm, freeing soft oohs from Harry's lips. Harry, lost in the rhythm, closed his eyes. He felt her hands slowly moving up her face with great pressure. As she approached Mount Orgasm, there was a cracking sound and blood spilled across her face. The Vampire continued to ride his body until the sun threatened to intervene.

This is my entry for the Week #21 Fox Tales by @vermillionfox. She also provided the picture as a prompt.

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