Prompt: Bite
Word Count: 559
POV: Rose

Things could get hot and heavy between Dimitri and I on the flip of a dime. Only a few minutes ago we were working together on making dinner. Now I was being lifted onto the kitchen countertop.

I wrapped my arms around his broad chest, pulling his body closer to mine. My hair spilled around us like a veil when he released it from the bun I just had it in.

Dimitri pulled back, staring into what felt like my soul. His face broke into a crooked smile as he bunched the hem of my shirt in his hands, quickly pulling it over my head and tossing it aside.

I gave him my own impish grin when he realized I didn't have anything on underneath it.

I felt his hands roam their way up from my waist, settling at the swell of my breasts. I arched my back making my body flush against his chest, letting out a small moan in the process.

Without thinking, his lips traveled away from my own, tracing the shape of my jaw before attempting to make their way down my neck.

When he grazed the pulse point just beneath the side of my chin, I couldn't help the needy whimper that found its way passed my lips.

He pulled away quickly, eyes flashing between shock and guilt. His shoulders slumped under my palms.

I was anticipating a bite, excited by the thought of it. I let myself get carried away in the moment. I was little more than a blood whore. A blush quickly rose to my cheeks.

"Rose, I'm so sor-"

"If you finish that sentence, I will walk away right now," I warned, feigning confidence.

"You probably should." He tried to pull himself away from me, but I gripped his shoulders tighter.

My nails bit into his bare flesh. "We have a deal, remember? No secrets, no lies. We have to talk this out."

He slowly raised his eyes to meet mine.

"This is my fault, Roza. You want the bite because of what I did to you." He fought to drop his face again, but I caught the rough stubble of his chin under my fingertips, forcing him to keep his eyes on me.

This was it, it was time to confess what I was holding back even from myself. I was addicted, and I missed the high desperately.

"I've never admitted this to anyone," I looked at him earnestly, taking a deep breath before continuing; "You know you weren't the first to bite me, or the last. I consented to it… every. single. time. Honestly, I loved every one of those bites. Even the ones you're so ashamed of. And sometimes, well, sometimes I really miss it." I took my bottom lip between my teeth. "With Lissa, it was purely for survival. And with Adrian, well, it was just convenient, a quick high. But with you, even when we weren't ourselves, it made me feel so close to you… needed by you… loved by you, even when you couldn't feel it for yourself. I felt it enough for the both of us."

He let go of a breath I hadn't even realized he'd been holding. "That wasn't love."

I leaned in close to his ear, pushing myself back against his solid chest "Well then… show me what is."