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“Come then,” he whispers wrapping an arm about your waist. “Your blood. Give it to me now.”

Your eyes glaze just a hint as you watch the light of the moon disappear behind the curtains of clouds. The wind has stilled, and the trees douse you in shadows. The white roses beneath you are lightly tainted red from drops of your blood raining in their soft petals. Cold fingers trail down the length of your neck, soothing the heat emitting from the bruises there. Your limbs dangle as if weighted down by iron. Your heart flutters weakly, drained of its energy. Fangs, sharper than needles and glimmering like pearls, sink into the smoothness of your skin. His tongue swirls around the softened patch as he allows your taste to overcome him completely. With a soft whimper, you lean back against him and permit further access.

Gasping softly and licking away the remains, he whispers against the shell of your ear, his hands gripping your waist a little too harshly,

“Deeper. I wish to taste even more.”

Loosely, your hands drape across the tops of his arms. “Please,” you reply. “I want you to.”

The tip of his nose and the rims of his lips softly trail over the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Light kisses are feathered across this sensitive line. A low laugh vibrates against your skin.

“Oh, you do?” he says coyly. “You naughty thing.”

Despite your loss of blood, a blush manages to rise in your cheeks.

“As you wish then,” he slowly laps the nape of your neck, trailing it across the base and down to your shoulder. You swear it leaves behind marks of red due to its smoldering touch.

He reaches the soft curve of your shoulder, lapping it a little at a time before sinking in his awaiting fangs. No sounds escape your throat save for a light gasp. He holds you tight, imprisoning you in the confinements of his embrace. It is a strong cage, strong and cold, and you would never escape it.

But, you know within the hidden places of your heart that you do not wish to.

It’s toxic, your relationship with him. Risks always came with the love of a vampire, especially when he so longed for your blood. He holds you tight. He kisses you. He touches you. He whispers in your ear, secret things only shared between lovers.

And then, he bite you. He would leave behind his marks of love, purple and crimson. He would drain you until you perceive only stars. Not that you minded. It stings and aches for just a bit until he covers the wound with kisses.

With a low growl, he pulls away.

“To think that those fools dared to touch you,” he hisses. Cradling your arm in his hand, he nips up the length of your arm, making sure each bite leaves behind those scarlet specks. “But, now they’ll know. Every time they look at you and dare to try their hand at winning you over, they’ll know that you are mine and mine alone,” he returns to your ear, sucking the top of it ever so slightly. “You know that, right?”

With a soft gulp, you reply,

“Yes, of course.”

His chuckle tickles the skin just below your ear. “Good girl.”

Sighing deeply, you close your eyes, as he slowly sinks in his teeth once more, allowing him to suck you dry once again, dousing the pristine petals beneath you in shades of vermillion.