He moaned into my lips, "I know." When he nibbled at me, the point of one of his fangs just missed my lower lip.

His fingers moved slowly and deliberately along the string, through the fabric, and then out into the cup of my top. The sensation of the swimsuit rubbing on my tender nipples was incredible, and I yearned for more.

His voice crackled with effort. He paused for a while, then said in a shaky voice, "I'm going to keep going until you tell me to stop."

I didn't know whether he was trying to scare me off or convince me.

When I tried to speak, my throat...