“Oh, is that what that was? Your cravings all sound alike,” Summer teased. “You’re still craving something, I can hear it. The thrill of the hunt, maybe?” She slid one foot up his leg, plopping it in his lap and wiggling her toes. “Something else to bite?” She tipped her chin up, running a thumb down her collarbone and grinning.
Victor smiled a little sheepishly, and absentmindedly began running his fingers over her calf, occasionally massaging her foot. “Yeah, the thrill of the hunt definitely brings out my cravings.” He masked the look of growing need, it’d been a while since he’d fed and he’d need to go sometime very soon. He returned her grin, a considerably darker look in his eyes as they turned a deep brown. Victor scooted closer to her so that her leg was no longer in his lap but resting on the chair and began kissing and nibbling his way up her collarbone and towards her neck. “You’re very tempting love.”
“Mmm, if I am it’s your fault.” She tipped her head back even farther in the chair, resting it on the back and grinning up at the ceiling. Her eyes drifted half-closed as Victor moved toward her throat. “You do need to be at full strength before going after this rogue, after all.”
Victor paused in his kissing, lips just centimeters from her neck, his breath coming out in shallow pants. He cupped her neck with his right hand and licked his lips, his eyes completely dilated. Victor felt his fangs elongate in anticipation as he planted open mouth kisses on the column of her neck. His eyes trailed over her, she was so beautiful and her blood called to him. He bit down on the delicate flesh of her neck, his fangs puncturing her skin and the sweet warm liquid filled his mouth. Victor sucked on her neck almost lovingly, a long moan spilling from his mouth. A wild tongue darted around her wounds, stimulating the sensitive skin around the punctures.
No matter how many times Victor bit her, she couldn’t get used to the shock of pain immediately followed by the flood of sensuality. Her voice answered his, a half-whimper followed by a pleading whisper, “Please, Victor … ” It was almost indecent, how quickly he could turn her on and make her beg.