even though every mythical book told him not to, he trusted her. and it was easy to. despite how frightening the idea of what she was could be, there was a sweetness to her that outweighed any fear.
he hadn’t realized he’d become tense but his shoulders visibly relaxed when ——
a slight shiver went down her spine as she heard the slight hiss come from cal. she hummed, savoring the taste of him. of course, she wasn’t going to drain him dry, she would like to keep him alive as long as possible.
once satisfied, she slowly retracted her fangs from —;
cal’s hands found her petite waist, eyes fluttering shut at that first feel of sharpness grazing his skin. when sunday’s fangs finally penetrated his flesh, he hissed.
he thought maybe he found it too arousing and that’s why he wasn’t focusing on the pain, though his fingers ——
if he says so.
she can definitely hear how loud and fast his heart was beating. it’s her favorite sound. she sighed softly, letting her fangs be brought to a pointy edge. it wasn’t long until they began to pierce his skin, sinking deeply and beginning to drink the —;
he can take it.
he wondered if she could hear his heart thumping in his chest as much as she could probably feel it. breath hitching at the teasing lick.
she won’t make it hurt too much.
smelling his blood so close made her even more hungry. she slightly leaned up at a perfect height, letting her tongue graze where she planned to put her mark.