Like a touch of flame against my skin, the torment of heat. I tried to steady my breathing as best as I could.
His hand settled just at the mark he gave me... holding my gaze as I held his too and then he dug his nails so hard I could smell my blood, the excruciating pain hit me like a train wreck, the feeling of a cold liquid sliding down my arm. I dig my nails into the counter to somehow redirect my pain.
He just watches.
Amused even.
Like he was fascinated seeing me this way, to desperately try to hold my ground but dancing at the very palm of his hand. My eyes turned glassy but I refused to let the tears fall as I stared dead at him.
"Do be a good girl… I will let you off with this" he pulled away from me like he was done with me and the ache in my heart felt like I could pass out. I didn't spare him a glance as he walked out of the kitchen.
I shook where I was and with heavy breathing and reluctance, I turned my gaze to the bite.
