Riding the Curves (vampire, BBW, erotica)

Curvaceous Rose Hawkins has been told to never pick up strangers, but when she comes across a handsome man in the middle of the night with a broken-down motorcycle, she can’t seem to turn away from him. She can’t seem to keep her hands off of him, and her hitchhiker has some unusual appetites of his own…

This short story is 4,184 words long, and contains sexual scenes between a BBW and a vampire, including blood drinking.

-Excerpt-
"Do you need anything else? Anything at all? " I tried to not sound too hopeful about that. To be honest, I thought he would shoo me out by then, as I was probably being a nuisance. Luke had to be tired, a long day on the road, and even longer night of fighting with broken machinery. It was a miracle he hadn't shoved me out the door and slammed it in my face.

His response was slow, almost thoughtful. " Anything, huh?" There was a hollow note of his previous playfulness as he turned his head towards me, his eyes searching me with a harsh, predatory sort of clarity. His gaze met mine. There was a hollow hunger to that gaze, and I could sense some sort of struggle within himself. He didn’t seem to blink. Finally he took a step towards me, then another.

Suddenly I felt like my heart would just stop. He had moved towards me with a feline grace, and I was completely transfixed by his gaze, like a snake hypnotized by the stare of a snake. I couldn't move, even as his cool fingers suddenly trailed over the soft curve of my chin, tilting my head upwards slightly. I could feel my pulse begin to pound with a strange mixture of apprehension and anticipation.

"I promise I won't hurt you, Rose." I heard him murmur, and his other arm snaked around the curve of my back, pulling my curvaceous figure against him, my breasts crushed against his chest. I found myself holding my breath as he gently turned my head to the side, so that he could bury his nose against the side of my neck. I felt lips graze my racing pulse, some strong pounding against his soft mouth.  “You’ve been very kind.” I could feel the movement of his lips as he spoke, and a delicious shudder wriggled through me. I couldn’t seem to muster up the will to move away from him. I could almost feel my eyes glaze over.