He released her wrist, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist, his sharp nose lowering to touch the tip of hers.
With one hand free, he traced her lips with his fingers, caressing them softly. The color was beautiful, like a flower, but how many men had stained it? He had seen it twice with his own eyes.
How many more times had it happened without his knowledge?
His expression darkened like a grim reaper, every bloodthirsty instinct within him flaring to life. His fingers slowly began to wander.
"You've gained weight," he said, his tone shifting, light but laced with a strange, unsettling edge.
"Please... don't do this to me." Her eyes filled with tears, her voice fragile, full of vulnerability. His sudden change in demeanor felt like the calm before the storm.
"Are you scared
