Her nails red stretched to what felt like talons. She scathed the tips of her fingers over his scalp as she pushed his face into her soft lips. Growling in almost an animalistic tone, she bucked her hips up, soaking him in a flood of lust. Her walls convulsing, she lost control as she pierced the base of his neck, flooding his back with a river of crimson passion. In a fevered pitch of wild ramblings of lust, she screamed her love for him as he fell intoxicated from the overindulgence of her hypnotic honey. After all, every woman is a succubus to a helpless man.
A.J. Luna
Confessions Of Passion 