Summer tilted her head back, closing her eyes. “Just like that. /Just/ like that, Victor darling.” She squirmed around until she was straddling his lap, instead of half-draped across it. “Tell me why you love me. All the reasons.” She bit at his nose. “Would it hurt, if you bit me?”
His hands went to her waist and he smiled. “I love you because you’re strong of mind, you’re strong willed, you care, you’re understanding, I can trust you and I can be myself around you, Summer. For that, I love you.” He cocked his head a bit and regarded her, “Well, it would hurt a little, I can be gentle, just graze the skin, or I can bite you. Either way, I promise you wouldn’t become a vampire. Why?”
“Oh,” she sighed, “the stories all tell like it’s some kind of bliss, so your, um, victims don’t want to run away screaming. It was a stupid idea, really.”
Victor’s eyebrows shot up a bit. “Well, if you’re into it, the feeling is fantastic. The feeling of bliss depends on the vampire I suppose and how they release the endorphins. In all honesty, I’ve never bitten anyone that wasn’t a vampire. The people I feed from have all been contracts I’ve had so I never worried about them running away.”
Summer opened her mouth, hesitated, then said, “I was going to say, that’s cheating, but on the whole I think I prefer you, um, eat that way. Never mind.” Leaning her forehead on his, she stroked the back of her fingers down his cheeks. “Love you.”