Seraphine's fangs withdrew from my skin with the softest of sighs, leaving a tingling warmth in their wake. I couldn't help but shiver, though it wasn't from the cold. Her lips followed the path of her bite, placing a feather-light kiss over the mark she had left.
A low chuckle escaped her as she pulled me closer, her body a perfect fit against mine as if she was made to be there, by my side, always.
"Does it hurt?" she whispered, her voice thick with affection, her lips hovering just inches from my neck.
I shook my head, though I wasn't quite sure what words would suffice in that moment. There wasn't pain, but rather an odd combination of comfort, warmth, and excitement all mingling together under my skin.
The intensity of it left me speechless. Her bite had stirred something deeper than I expected, something that made my heart race in a way only Seraphine could.
