Serena and Maze might literally be the death of me. Their bodies, warm, soft, and welcoming. That coy, come-hither way they like to look at me. They make out with each other sometimes, too. I think they do it for me, but they don't need to.
They wore me out tonight. I needed to feed again afterwards. I don't deserve such sweet, perfect blood. She tells me it's okay, it makes her feel alive. The way she looks at me, with those bright, blue-green eyes, trying so hard to trust me again, but I can still see the pain behind them. It makes me wish Luci was not so understanding. I know I deserve to be punished. Yet he houses me and insists only that I stay, to be with our Serena. I expected her to punish me, but she only wants to feed me and have me cuddle and make love to her. Taking her hunting with me excites her. Everything excites her. It's not easy to keep up. Perhaps that is my punishment-- an insatiable creature who wears lust like a cloak of furs and requires a dead man to keep her bed warm, yet if I even hint that it may be beyond my ability, she'll be broken. I cannot do such a thing to her.
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