Blood and Ballet
"You fear what you do not know, Celine." Caius always read my deepest thoughts - my darkest worries. "But I think more so than anything, you fear that you will like it."
My eyes were wide, and I nodded compliantly. Yes, he was right. And he knew that.
Eagerly he buried his nose in my hair, inhaling deeply. "How intoxicating you smell." His grip on me tightened almost painfully - insistently. Again, he displayed his greed for my scent, dragging his nose through my hair and across my skin. It was beast-like the way he moved, exhibiting raw hunger, murmuring and purring as he tortured himself with my scent and thoughts of my taste. My tummy fluttered with his yearning. Beneath his grasp, I began to quiver uncontrollably. I was caged. I was the prey he was eager to consume.
Our eyes met, and for an instant we were silent, frozen in the moment. Then his mouth was upon mine, claiming me with unrelenting kisses. His hands moved over me, caressing the small of my back, creeping beneath the hem of my top. I pressed my body eagerly against his, losing my mind in his kiss, feeling the heat of excitement expand within me.
More insistent he became, tugging and sucking at my lips, letting his tongue caress mine. Then without warning, he pulled painfully on my lower lip with his teeth; a coppery taste filled my mouth. My hands clutched desperately at his neck but I did not cry out. I enjoyed the pain.
Tasting my blood, he groaned deeply, pulling away to see me. There it was on his mouth; but it was his eyes that caught my attention. They were inhumanly dilated: the silver of his irises formed a thin, nearly nonexistent, glowing ring.
My tummy tightened eagerly. Was it time? Was this it?! I tilted my head to expose my neck.
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