• His breath grazed my delicate skin, hot and heavy. I stood frozen like an immortal statue. Eyes wide open in terror and strangely, anticipation. His tongue gently glided the honored spot sending violent shivers down my body. The breath I held shook itself from my body. I felt the cold fangs kiss my neck. My knees collapsed beneath me, hoping to save me from him. His arms circled my waist, body outlined against mine.

    The bite happened too quickly for me to even struggle. My neck felt wet with blood. My blood. I heard him moan. No. It came from my mouth. The slight pain from the impact already forgotten as he took me on a sensual ride. Every suckle rocked my body into a frenzy. I leaned closer to him. Another moan, this time from him.

    "You must fight me, my sweetness, or else I won't have the will to stop..."

    Fight him? How could I when it felt so incredibly right? He stopped suckling. I could feel his tongue lather my blood soaked neck as if it were sweet honey. He held on tight, realizing I would collapse if otherwise. I whimpered when I no longer felt his breath. My body begged for him to return.

    He placed my limp body on his bed. My eyes pleaded. He just smiled. The dizziness was almost overwhelming, but still my body longed for him to return.

    "Another night, my sweetling. Another night..."

    He disappeared into the darkness. I laid there in a stupor, wishing he would return yet shaking in raw fear at the experience.