Prologue
Her scent was more than just tantalizing. Never had he felt such an overwhelming desire. All he wanted was her. Just a taste. Maybe more.
Maybe all of her.
Two droplets of blood ran down her neck from the pair of teeth marks that had been left after he had punctured her soft warm skin with his fangs. The blood reminded him of two strings of silk used to wrap a gift, now unwrapped and the gift waiting to be played with.
And oh how he wanted to play.
Her blood was the sweetest he had ever had and he didn't want to let a single drop go to waste. He let his tongue follow that trail left by the droplets to where it reached just above where her tight red top covered her breasts.
He wanted to delve deeper. He wanted to explore and get a taste of blood from every single spot he could. Neck, breast, wrist, thigh. They all had different tastes and he was sure to enjoy each.
He raised his body. Wanting to get a glimpse of any sign or hint of permission to continue.
Her eyes were closed. A look of ecstasy evident from how her mouth fell open and how her fingers gripped his silken sheets below her. She was enjoying this. The thought alone made a sense of pride and lust fill him more than it already had.
He stared at her.
She was absolutely breathtaking. Her long brown hair, her soft skin and freckled cheeks. Her eyes were a shade of green so different from any he had ever seen before and he had seen many green eyes. Even her mouth full of sharpened and pointed teeth was alluring.
Never had he been on the receiving end of a bite but now all he wanted was to feel her teeth piercing through his skin so he could just feel her.
He wanted to kiss her, he realized. He wanted to be inside her. He was a man who craved sex just like any man but he didn't just want sex from her. He wanted her. He wanted to feel her, dominate her ,be dominated by her. He wanted to submit to her whims, he wanted her to submit to his.
He wanted to be hers. It should have been easy to get what he wanted. It always was. But she was different.
Different in every sense of the word.
The two puncture holes he had left had sealed, fully healed now. She had opened her eyes and was staring at him but he was unsure of what she wanted. She didn't speak, she didn't move. It was like time had paused , just as indecisive as he was.
Should he continue or should he move on?
Her eyes turned away and her face flushed. She was about to say something. Her mouth had opened, the start of some words forming at the tip of her tongue. But he couldn't let her continue. No. He wasn't one to give up on what he wanted and at that moment (and perhaps forever more) what he wanted was her.
With no more hesitation he leaned into her and stole a kiss. If she was about to move on or not, he wouldn't know. All he knew is that her response was to kiss him back.
And then some.