"Tempted to do to me...?" I ask, under my breath. This time, I do glance around. Quizzically, I survey him up and down, drinking in the beautiful warmth of his eyes, the gentle parting of his lips, and the spread of majestic horns that (once upon a time) I had considered brutal and ugly. Now there isn't a single thing about him which doesn't make my heart melt.
Part of me has difficulty deciphering whether this is the power of the mating link, his vampiric qualities, or more simply, plain and unadulterated love that makes me like putty in his hands. And after a long moment's thought, I decide with an inward sigh that I do not really want to know.
"What are you tempted to do with me, then, Scarlet prince?" I ask louder, playfully now, eyes lowering as I swoon inwards, turning myself fully to face him as I reach up to run a dainty finger over his curled rams horns. The reaction I get from it is certainly not the one I expect from it.
