Begging for a Bite

I wanted her to sink her fangs into my fragile skin. To drink me up. Lick the drops of my blood from her ruby red lips. I wanted to feel the weightlessness of the aftereffects, euphoria, the tingling of my existence wavering on the edge.

I didn't care for the pain after. I knew she'd hold me. She'd already given me everything. Now it was my turn. To nourish her the way she had me.

I'd take it somehow. I was strong enough, for her.

Everything for her.

"Halle, you good?" She arched a concerned eyebrow at my disengagement. I was drifting off in my fantasies more often these days. She traced my arm with a gentleness, the thin hairs standing to attention. My body craved her touch with no end in sight. She drove me wild.

"Hmm? Yeah, was just thinking about stuff."

"Wanna share?"

How would I explain that I wanted her to be a vampire and me, her ever-devoted blood slave? I wanted her to claim me. To leave me marked up so everyone would know I was taken, that I was hers.

"Just thinking about you" - Not a lie.

"Good things I hope."

"Always," I winked slyly, an attempt to relieve the tension in her facial features. She really shouldn't have worried; I just wanted to be dominated by her after all.

"Well... good..." She continued to trace the softness of my arms, like pixie shoes dancing across. It was lulling me into a peace, drawing me from the ledge of almost revealing what I wanted her to do to me. Maybe one day I'd tell her. When I felt confident enough. Or horny enough.

Let's be real though, latter would probably happen sooner.

What could I say? I was head over heels for her.

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