Emma lowered herself down the bed. She placed herself between Laura's legs again, this time putting her face right in front of Laura's pussy as she kept teasing her clit. "Maybe I should end you right now," she said. "Before you can do any more damage."
"Please," whispered Laura, but she didn't know what she was begging for.
"You have no idea," said Emma. Her voice was serious, the mocking playfulness gone from it. "What you ask of me."
There was a long silence. Laura felt the room flipping over and over, her body losing all centering points, all ability to anchor itself. Everything was blurry, including the vampire between her legs. She closed her eyes, trying to still her spinning vision, trying to hold onto the feeling as the cold crept along her body.
"Let me show you," said Emma finally. Her voice was ice and steel, empty and passionless. "What Angelica felt in her last moments."
