Soren pulls back, laughing a little as he prizes my arms gently down from my face, pressing my wrists to my sides.
"Never been on top of a man before? Come now, let me see that pretty blush. There's a good girl," He purrs softly, the rich tones of his voice reverberating through me, coursing through my body. But he is no longer forceful with me, no longer pushing or touching or testing- no. Delicate, soft, his fingers move over the skin of my wrist, feeling the pulse of my blood, seeing what I will do. Toying. Yet it feels awful, to be straddled over his lap, to have him watching me as though I might be his lover and his next meal all at the same time. So classically vampire. Part of me considers running, seeing how far I will get before he hunts me down and has me as his next meal. I gulp, not liking my chances. Nervously I reach up an unsteady hand to cover my quickly warming face, but he pulls it back down.
