The perfect bride
I smiled as I ran one of my gloved hands over her pale throat, while using the other to caress her firm breasts through her evening gown. A soft, almost silent, gasp escaped her lips as the cold leather came into contact with her skin.
“Do you like that?” I whispered, placing my mouth next to her ear.
“I do, Sir.” Vivian replied.
Seeing her body shiver, as my warm breath made contact with her skin, I pulled away.
“This one,” I said turning to the other man in the room, and exposing my fangs. “She will make a perfect bride.”
©JSMorbius
