[Vladimir's POV]
It was exhilarating yet painful to control himself from skimming his lips down her neck and licking the skin before sinking his teeth to get the taste of the blood, the blood that smelled delicious enough to almost intoxicate him.
But he restrained himself. It would not do. He had to control until he could completely imprint on her, and then… maybe claim her as his. She was so stiff under his hands, scared and stunned.
"Don't be scared, doll. I won't do anything that you are not ready for," he murmured. His gaze smoldered in hers. Her blue eyes became hazy as she stared at him in a daze.
He stepped back and watched with some satisfaction that she involuntarily tried to seek him out.
"Settle down, doll." He caressed her hair and smiled. The girl, no, from now on, she would be Celia to him, frowned.
"I will see you tomorrow," he said. Celia nodded slowly but said nothing. That was the effect of enchantment.
