Anastasia threaded her fingers through his raven black hair as he grazed her lips with his fangs. She moaned in his mouth as a jolt of familiar heat surged through her body, making heat and wetness coil and coil in between her thighs. Oh, there was no way she could ever stop loving this man, ever stop wanting him. He grazed the mark on her shoulder and she whimpered. Suddenly he took her off his lap and made her sit on the opposite bench as if she was feather light. The carriage wobbled a little.
Her breath became shallow as her chest moved in and out rapidly. "The— the carriage is wobbling?" she said with a blush on her face.
"So?" he asked as he parted her legs and put his fingers in between. "Fuck!" She was so wet that her juices were flowing out.
"They will all come to know what we are doing inside!" she said through her shallow breath.
