His eyes become curious as his finger caresses the skin above my pulse.
“Why do you think I brought you here? I hope you didn’t think it was so you could enjoy yourself dancing with mediocre humans,” he hisses. “You’re here to do what so many Crimson gems have cost me. Now, lift your head and let me taste you.”
My fingers, in a desperate attempt to push him away, clutch the shirt under his suit and try to distance his chest from mine. I shut my eyes tightly, determined to hold back the tears of terror welling in them so he won’t see them.
At my refusal, he ends up burying his hand in my hair and pulling it, leaving my neck completely exposed. He brings his face close, I feel his nose sniffing my skin and then the edge of his fangs grazing it. My entire body trembles with fear, shrinking
