His gaze roved over her face with doubt but soon moved to her cleavage that was rubbing against his chest. He stared at her as if waiting for her next step when she felt a surge of anxiety washing her.
Do something! If not, he would find those witches and kill them too. The whispers of her grandmother flashed in her ears. She was not only chosen because of her different eyes but her body.
It had all the curves one wanted to hold on to. Her grandmother had said that she could even seduce gods if she wanted with that face and curves. She smiled at what she expected to be seductive.
"Last night you continued after taking my blood. You have.. Kissed me and all. But today, you only drank my blood as if I were an object. It left me empty." she whispered softly and plated with the buttons of his shirt.
Her eyes trained on the piece of cloth to hide his disgust. She must look shy yet seductive.
