‘Go home.’
‘No. Read my thoughts.’
She shakes her head again.
‘Please.’
She rolls her eyes. ‘Fine.’
Don’t make me live without you.
I tip up her chin and kiss her. It’s a little like kissing an ice sculpture, but I persist until she finally opens her mouth with a little moan and lets me swirl in my tongue.
I want to be with you. It’s a no-brainer.
Floss removes her lips from mine and stares at me. ‘Don’t think things you don’t mean.’
‘I do mean it, and I can prove it.’
‘How?’
‘Feed from me.’
Chapter 31
Florence | Edinburgh, present day
Damian’s face is nervous as I spread several clean towels over the bed. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not about to waste a precious drop. It’s just in case there’s spillage.’ Our dry-cleaner’s have already been memory-wiped once this month, and I don’t fancy washing my bedcover by hand.
‘I trust you,’ he says, and I nod, glad to hear it. Excitement and anticipation are thrilling through my veins that I get to taste him, to drink from him again.
We lie together on the bed in our underwear, Damian in his boxers and me in my loosened corset. He squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head to one side, baring his neck, and I resist the urge to giggle. It’s like we’re re-enacting a scene out of a bad Dracula movie. Oh well, so be it.
I place a finger over the spot where I’ll sink my fangs in and press lightly, feeling his heightened pulse drumming beneath my fingertips.
‘Last chance. Are you sure you want me to do this?’ My fangs are extended and aching to puncture his skin. I’mpretty sure I’ll be able to stop before I drain him, but I have to ask. Maybe I should get him to sign a disclaimer?I give Florence Hughes permission to suck on my neck and take full responsibility for the consequences ...
‘I want it,’ Damian replies, his voice trembling slightly. ‘Just make it quick.’
Before he can change his mind, I swoop in and latch on to his neck. Piercing through the skin and down into his throbbing jugular, I suck out a generous measure of his warm precious life. Damian moans and thrashes his legs as my venom hits his system. I lick the holes I’ve made with my tongue and suck some more. His heartbeat is going through the roof.
You taste divine,I tell him.You OK?
Yes, take more if you like.
I groan as another mouthful of his silky smooth blood hits the back of my throat, knowing that this is just the beginning and my thirst for him will never be satiated.
***
A few days after ‘the feeding’, Damian messages me at dusk.
Hey, do you want to come over? I’m making us dinner. Dxx
Interesting. What does that entail? Fxx
You’ll find out. Dxx
Intrigued, I start getting ready. Is Damian going to serve me rare steak while he chomps on his own medium-rare piece? Unless he meanshe’sthe dinner, which would be even better. My mouth waters at the thought. His blood is tasty, and I can’t wait to get my fangs into him yet again. Luckily, I managed to stop myself before draining him dry the other night, and he even said he enjoyed the experience after the initial biting part.
