Lilith bit her lower lips as she said nothing.
She placed her hands above the chest of Dracula, trying to push herself away from him.
"Where do you think you are going?" Dracula questioned, his hands which were still wrapped around Lilith's waist held her firm, making her unable to pull away from him.
He tightens his grip on Lilith, smiling warmly at her. "Just ignore my monster that's down there." He purred.
Lilith's cheek flushed, as she continued to nipple her lower lips. "I don't…"
Her words trailed off for some seconds as she pondered on the right statement to make. "I am not comfortable with it touching me."
Lilith's words were a raw confession, an emotional outpouring that bared her soul to Dracula's unblinking gaze.
The sincerity of Lilith feelings radiated from her, her voice a breathless whisper as she confessed her discomfort to the man who held her in his powerful grasp.
