Heaven couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have his fangs buried in her neck. It made her excited when it shouldn't. It was painful the first time.
His lips slowly moved from her ear to her lips. A light brush and she shivered. Then he rested his forehead against hers, their face close to each other, their hot breaths mingling.
"Tell me, Heaven." He continued to speak in a low voice. "Tell me you love me."
"I love you." She breathed.
"Do you need me?"
"I need you."
"Do you want me?"
"All of you."
Heaven thought he was asking for assurance. It was definitely a bad dream that made him feel this way. She wanted him to know how she truly felt about him. That he need not worry ever that she would leave him.
