Having caught her breath from the bright, intoxicating sensations, Aora tried to slip out from under the vampire , but he was not going to let her go.
"Where are you running away to? I'm not finished yet," Lyor purred, as if plunging deeper into her.
He turned sideways with her and pressed closer, breathing languidly and rapidly. Soon she heard a muffled growl and winced from a slight bite to her ear.
"Mmn... that's good!" his embrace opened and Aora slipped out of his hands.
A moment later, the vampire was already sleeping soundly, wrapped in his wings.
She was going to forget about what happened in the following days, but the bliss she experienced poisoned her soul. She wanted to repeat everything more than once, but she was ashamed to ask for new intimacy. She fell more and more in love with Lyor, admiring him every time she met, hiding her adoration for the vampire from everyone.
