[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION]
"I... want your fangs into my skin."
Sam stiffened at my request. He momentarily paused while I felt him breathe near my neck. I didn't feel that he was hesitating, but rather, just a bit surprised... or excited. I ran my fingers through his soft argent hair, letting my fingertip massage his scalp.
"Drink," I commanded, pressing the back of his head close to my neck. "I want it."
I knew what sort of request I was asking him, but I couldn't control this need. I truly, passionately, and ardently wanted him to sink his fang into me. Although this wasn't the first, it was the first I thought of it as something for my pleasure, not something I should give him because he needed it.
"Lilou," he whispered, sounding utterly menacing. "I'll happily oblige."
Sam licked my neck carefully like a cat, preparing my skin before sinking his fangs into it. I gasped as I wrapped my arms around him tightly.
