04/07/05

His hands are calloused as they caress my jawline, lingering on the soft, exposed skin of my neck. “You have hardly any pigment to your skin,” he purrs, “and your pulse is strong.” I look at his perfect smile, noting his fangs have not lengthened. I wonder if they will. . . I wonder if he knows I want them to. He brings his mouth to my throat, biting – a lover’s bite, nothing more. He is such a tease – always has been. As his hands and mouth explore my body, I wonder if he will ever act on his instincts.