intentions

His eyes turned dark, he leaned in and kissed me, his tongue explored every corner of my mouth.

He lifted my chin with one finger and he buried his face between my neck and shoulder. I didn't know what to expect, I thought he was going to kiss me there but holy fuck, I felt his teeth sinking into me.

I screamed as the pain burned invisible holes in my brain, it made me see yellow and green. He stopped and licked my neck, he pulled away and his lips were bloody, those were fangs sneaking behind his lips, fangs that were not usually there.

He grabbed the hem of my top and ripped it apart. My bra was a sorry excuse in his hands, I watched him with wide eyes and a slight tremble. He wrapped his hand around my neck, forcing my attention to his eyes.

“Do you touch yourself to the thought of me? When you're alone, do you crave my touch, do you finger fuck yourself?."

I felt my pupils dilate. Those were too many questions at the same time.

“Answer me."

“Yes."

The corners of his lips lifted,