"I..." her voice quivered, betraying her inner turmoil. But he was there, a steady presence, his hand gently guiding her. The scent of his blood was intoxicating, a tantalizing aroma that tickled her nose and set her senses ablaze. Her eyes glowed a deep, dark red as she nibbled on his soft skin, her fangs piercing the tender flesh of his neck.
The taste of his blood was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was sweet, heavenly, and it drove her wild with desire. She couldn't stop herself, couldn't resist the pull of his blood as she sank her fangs deeper and deeper.
And then it hit her. The realization that he too was a vampire, just like her. But why did it feel so right? Why did she crave him, even though she knew it was wrong? s**t. The questions swirled in her mind,
