all mine

I wrapped the somewhat small towel around myself and walked out of the en suite bathroom, and back into the bedroom. My long, red hair, still damp, dripped down my back and my long legs felt smooth and silky. I loved the feeling after you’ve just shaved, the water running down your legs glides easily to your feet. It makes me feel very sexy.

Lying elegantly across the bed, he looked at me with lust-filled eyes. I couldn’t help but smile back at him, knowing what that look entailed. He wore a simple black shirt, dark blue jeans and nothing else. I walked further into the room, shutting the door to the steam filled bathroom behind me. I watched as he shifted to sitting on the edge of the bed. I carried on walking toward him, and stopped just out of arms reach.

He smiled at me, showing off the hint of fangs among the other perfectly straight, white teeth. His eyes seemed to glow, their dark green colour striking me as always. They grazed over my wet body, eyeing the towel as an obstacle that he desperatly needed to remove. His gaze travelled down my legs, and stopped dead on my shin. I saw all playfulness drop from his face.

I went to ask him what was wrong when he spoke. “You’re bleeding.”

I frowned. “What?”

“Your leg. It’s bleeding.” He spoke calmly, and I looked down to see I had cut my shin shaving, and the blood was mingling with the droplets of water. I had a stream of blood creeping towards my foot. I looked back at him, his eyes had widened, but there was still lust behind them.

He slid off the bed, and sat back into a kneeling position before me. Whilst never talking his eyes off my leg, he delicately grasped my ankle and slid his other had up the back of my calf to the crook of my knee. He gently lifted my leg and placed my foot on his lap. He stroked his fingers around in circles on the back of my leg, and feeling his slightly roughened fingers on my skin brought back memories of all the times we spent together, the last one being not even a few hours ago.

He just seemed to be having a staring match with my blood. We stood there for thirty seconds, a minute, hours! Time seemed not to have any importance. He took a deep breath, and raised my leg further, until his lips were almost touching my blood. I saw him lick his lips. He broke his gaze away, but still flicked his eyes back to my leg. Finally he looked me square in my eyes.

“Let me taste. Please?” I didn’t say yes, but I didn’t show any form of rejection, so he dipped his head back down and pressed his lips on my bloodied shin.

I didn’t know what to do, didn’t know where to put my hands, so I wrapped them around myself, clutching the towel closer to my body. It had fallen open to expose my entire thigh, but I didn’t make any move to cover it back up.

I watched him, shocked at his actions, but I didn’t feel cheated or violated. I always knew what he was, but I never allowed him to take blood.