Bite her

I slide my hands up my wife's nude back, and urge her closer.

She obviously knows what I want, as she complies and leans forward, offering me her breasts.

I lean in, licking the curves slowly, teasingly, until I reach her areola. I slide my tongue along the familiar bumps, eager to taste her delicates.

"Go On husband. Bite."

She nudges the large brown nipple into my mouth. I suckle, then peel my lips back, letting my new fangs rest on her breast, but I hesitate.

"Let me feel your fangs, do it..." she whispers to me seductively, convincing me she really wants it.

I look up, meeting her eyes as I place my fangs right above her areola on the plumpness of her breast, and bite.

Her face flushes red as my fangs pierce her boob, and I close my eyes as I drink, losing myself in a blood trance.