Han Seoyeon's heart was loud and her breaths were getting harder to take. She could hardly understanding the things he said with her mind getting distracted by the touch of his fingers and fangs on her neck. She shivered, like a silver pin falling to create a tinkling sound in an empty sound, she could feel her her mind getting out of focused and slip to only feel every touch he gave.
"But you're just so lovely in my eyes. When it comes to you, I find no action I learned in the decades I passed suitable to make you mine." Jung Hwa whispered, he never felt the urge to drink blood as much as he felt now with her. He wondered how it would taste and came the thought that it must be sweeter. Jung Hwa didn't keep many relationship with women when it comes to love. It would be hypocrite to say he never touch a woman or drink blood from a woman's body directly with the years he lived longer as a pureblood vampire. But the women he held was with no string attached.
