She had never figured herself a masochist. That sort of thing was for perverts and sickos. No one normal would actually want to be subjected to those sorts of things, or worse yet, to actually enjoy it. Those kinds of people must have been abused as a child or something. At least, that's what she'd always believed.
She could remember well that first time she had asked him to bite her. How could she forget? It was marked on her calendar, evidenced by a dozen hearts and stars. Well, what was she supposed to mark it with anyway? It's not like she wanted anyone to know what it meant! Still, she wanted to remember that day for as long as she could.
It had been in the heat of the moment, as many of life's biggest decisions were made. They had been kissing and necking hungrily, trying to feed their craving lust. He was always so exotic with his amber eyes, his sharpened claws, his pointed fangs...those predatory features were so striking on him. She could never deny the thrill it gave her to be so vulnerable to someone so dangerous.
His tongue had laved over her neck and his fangs had grazed her throat. She would never forget the spark that moment had ignited. Her whole body had flushed, building a searing heat inside of her, and she wanted desperately to feel it again.
When she had found the words to ask him he had reluctantly obliged, even then still not trusting her completely. Any doubts he had had were soon lost, though, since he had never questioned her about it again, even when she had asked for more.
She was still a bit surprised if she was honest with herself. It was hard to believe that she enjoyed that kind of thing. Oh well, there was nothing to do about it now except make sure he kept the marks where she could hide them. It was a bit suspicious wearing turtlenecks in July after all.