"Chiharu…" he moaned my name into the nape of my neck.
"A-Aido-sama…" I stuttered.
What was wrong with me? How could he make me react this way? Why did I like it so much when he spoke my name? Even out of anger?
Pulling away, he looked down at me. Anger flashed through his ice-blue eyes, "I thought I told you to just call me 'Hanabusa'. And drop the 'sama', would you?"
"I-I'm sorry. P-please forgive me," I didn't like it when he was angry with me.
His face softened, and he gave me a gentle smile. Leaning down again he kissed me deeply. A hand came up and rested beneath my neck, supporting it, but at the same time his fingers knotted themselves through my hair.
My arms wound around him, clutching him closer to me. In between kisses I begged in a whispering moan, "Please, Hanabusa, please."
He moved his lips from mine and made a gentle trail of butterfly kisses down to my throat. Stopping momentarily he breathed cool air onto my warm skin.
"…please…" I begged once more.
The next thing I felt were his fangs sinking into my flesh. I heard my blood being guzzled into him. Gasping, I tightened my grip, bringing my hand up to his head, I clutched at his blonde hair, and massaging his scalp, just like he always had me do. I was taken over by a massive wave of lust and ecstasy. All because of this one man. The one man I have ever truly loved.