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I had remembered laying in the back of his car and we had just made love. Everybody always described to me how uplifting it was, only until after you had wed the man that you loved. However, Allen and I knew that it would be a long time till that day came and that sensual bewitching feeling had ached between our legs. His touch was the best of all, his blood was thick with hot venom, and was too enticing not to want a lick. My first time had felt like a knife had been lodged into my belly and the blood started to pour out of my body. It had me in tears and pleaded him to stop as he lie on top of my and that was when I just lied on his chest to feel the beating of his wild heart. His warmth jarred my head and made my heart flutter, I always wanted to be with his side till the day that I died.