“Yes,” I whisper, breathlessly.
“Then we’ll start here,” she says firmly, taking my wrist in her hand. She moves her thumb in a circle over the tender, thin skin. “But first, I’ll glamour you. Like I explained before.” Her eyes find mine. Hasn’t she charmed me already? It certainly feels like it. “It’s a spell, one that will make the bite feel good. If you like, I could add other elements…”
I shake my head. “I…I don’t want to feel out of control, or…or dazed…”
“Then I’ll keep it simple,” she replies. “You’ll be totally aware, and alert, the entire time. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.”
She leans in a little closer, our faces inches apart. Something shifts behind her eyes, like a magnetic pull, tugging me closer to her. Suddenly, I have the sensation that I’m falling…like I’m about to drift into sleep…
All too soon, it’s finished. I don’t feel very different, although there’s a little tingle across my skin. I’m almost disappointed, and I wonder if I should have asked her to add those other elements she mentioned.
She turns her gaze back to my wrist, bringing it closer to her mouth. Her nose twitches, and I realize that she’s inhaling my scent. It seems to awaken something in her, and her fangs begin to elongate, shining and white, past her lips.
The ache in my gut twists into a painful, indescribable longing, and I’m embarrassed to find that I’m shivering with anticipation, both dreading and desperately craving what she’s going to do next…
Like a knife sinking into butter, her fangs pierce the skin of my wrist. I’m not prepared for how intimate the penetration is, and an unbridled moan rips from my throat. It’s an exquisite sensation, like being opened up fully, a delicious, burning pain all mixed up in pleasure…
She stays inside of me, her fangs buried an inch under my skin, and fixes her lips and tongue firmly to my wrist. Then she begins to suck at the wound, and I experience a powerful headrush as my blood flows toward her.
I grasp her shoulder with my other hand, clutching her like a liferaft in a storm. In response, she pulls me closer to her, possessively, wrapping me up in her strong arms.
It hits me suddenly, her sheer power and might. But at the same moment, I feel connected to her in a way I never could have imagined. The act binds us together, makes us like one creature. There’s something incredibly wonderful about…aboutsatisfyingher like this. About giving myself to her so completely.
And too soon, her drinking slows, and she pulls her fangs cleanly out of my wrist. She laps at the wound with her assertive tongue, and the flow of blood immediately stops.
I’m breathing heavily, clutching onto her. I feel transformed, and a little raw. My cheeks redden as I realize that we’re still raised high up on her throne, in clear view of everyone in the lounge. I look around, and notice several vampires and humans watching us unabashedly. I quickly turn back, shy at the thought of being watched.
But a little flicker of excitement tingles in my belly, knowing that everyone can see us. Can see me giving myself to her.
Crimson notices. “Do you like that?” she whispers. Her fangs are still long, and her voice is thick. “The others watching?”
I’m too far gone, and I can’t find my voice. I wouldn’t know how to answer her question anyway. All I can do is melt into her eyes.
“Are you all right?” she asks, a little line appearing between her dark brows.
I pull myself together, not wanting to worry her. “Y-yes, I’m all right,” I respond, breathlessly. She watches me patiently while I collect my words. “I just didn’t know that it was going to be like that. But I liked it. I really liked…youbiting me.”
She smiles, and gives me an intense, probing look. It’s almost like she’s seeing me for the first time, or that she’s recognizing me. I swallow, feeling strangely vulnerable under the power of her gaze.
Then she bends her head toward my neck. My heart skips a beat, thinking that she’ll bite me there, but then I feel the gentle caress of her lips against my skin. She…shekissesme there…her lips chilly, butsosoft…the edge of her fangs rub up against me, not enough to break the skin, but enough to tease.
I can’t help it. A pleasurable sigh escapes my lips as I surrender into her embrace. Her kisses become more insistent, her hand moving up my thigh.
A burning, throbbing desire rears inside of me…
Wait…what am I doing?!
My breath hitches. With all my willpower, I find my voice. “I…I have a boyfriend…”
She takes her mouth from my neck, a wicked smirk across her face. “It’s sweet of you to offer, but I’d like to focus all of my attention onyoutonight…”
“No,” I stammer, clearing my throat as I try to pull myself together. “No, I mean…I don’t think we should kiss. Or…do anything like that.”
“Oh,” she replies with a frown. She retracts her fangs. Something shimmers in her eyes. Disappointment?
“I don’t mean to offend you!” I tell her, hastily. “You’re…you’re…”
