How could I refuse?
He sat on the edge of the bed, shedding his clothes piece by piece. The look in his eyes promised things I hadn't dared dream of and yet here we were. Naked, he stretched on the bed, offering himself with no hesitation. Hunger and doubt kept me rooted to the floor until he crooked a finger to urge me forward.Still I hesitated. "You're sure?" I wanted him so desperately it was amazing I could speak.
He didn't answer, simply nodded and tipped his head back, exposing his neck and sending his dark hair snaking across the pillow.
I don't remember moving. I don't remember crawling onto the bed or positioning myself astride him. All I remember is the feel of his warm skin under my palms and the riveting sight of his pulse throbbing in his throat.
"Take me." He whispered the words and I leaned close to brush my lips against the tempting artery in his neck. The contact burned my mouth and I drew back to trace the length of that artery with my fingertip. My nail left a red trail in its wake, mimicking the blood that waited just below the surface.
I should have taken the time to swipe my tongue along his skin, to prepare him for the shock of my fangs, but hunger took over. No, not hunger...need. I needed this man's blood. I didn't just hunger for it.
His body stiffened as my fangs pierced the surface but I was lost to everything the moment his blood bubbled into my mouth. Moaning at the heat of it, I burrowed closer, deepening the bite.
At some point, he took hold of my hips, his fingers digging into my skin and flexing in time with the suction at his neck. He made no noise, not even when I pulled out to swallow then quickly sank my fangs in again.
I drank and drank, losing myself in the thick, delicious heat of his blood...
L. Rosario - 11/05/08
