"Lucia, don't resist, you want it," he kept whispering in my ear, making me tremble. I won't lie, I wanted to suck his blood, I wanted to dig my teeth in that supple white and hard skin. It smelled amazing. "Do it, Lucia."
I made my fangs appear again, they were growing long as my eyes glowered in red. I could feel the pumping veins sending nutritious blood to his heart. They were waiting for me, for my mouth to lick and suck.
I looked at him again, to that mouth and blue eyes and my arms hugged his neck to make me approach him. I felt how his hands supported my back and with every second I was approaching his neck smelling it, feeling it.
"Do it, darling," he approached me even more.
I was about to do it, not minding the shouts behind the barrier telling me to stop, not minding the pain in my body. I wanted to drink.
"Lucia!"
Wait, I think the starvation was making me imagine things. I hear the voice of my hubby.
"Let go of her!"
