Thirst
The blood rushing through my veins, accelerating through me, making me feel alive. The soft pale skin open in front of me just calling me to sink my long fangs deep down into the porcelain skin. My thirst ragged, begging for the blood to quench it.
"Go on," he urged me.
The roughness of my tongue racked across the pale skin blow marking my target. My fangs dug deep down into my food. Guzzling up the blood that leaked from the wounds satisfaction came over me.
His hand gracefully caressed my long dark hair. He lay almost motionless as I devoured his blood. He didn't care as long as I lay in his arms like this, he didn't care if I devoured him ruthlessly.
"Can you see it?" he questioned as I pulled away.
Yes, I could see it the piece of his past that I didn't know, didn't understand. I knew he was hiding something, but I loved him and that's all that I really cared about.