Silence filled the room, but she waited.
Aesther could feel him tense as her hand gently slid down from his neck and over his heart, his breaths growing unsteady.
"I will."
Finally, he whispered back.
She could feel it now… the pleasure that came with having him succumb to her will. And knowing how this vulnerability of his was for her, just for her.
It was intoxicatingly beautiful.
Aesther bit her lips, tasting the salty tears that had escaped from her eyes as buried her face in his neck. Her teeth easily sunk beneath his flesh, the taste of his blood was like a thousand stars bursting across the night sky in a symphony of pain and pleasure.
The blissful sensation made her lashes tremble.
The craving was unbearable—a pain that tingled through her senses, and made it hard to breathe or think straight.
