"Your fangs! Your--your tush! Show it to me!" Lysandra peered at his mouth.
"Wait... wait! I don't have fangs anymore!"
"But you're a vampire!" Her fingers grasped his jaws, forcing his mouth to open.
"Yes. I am." Prince Arvinson pulled away his face. His skin had reacted to her capable fingers. "But I controlled it for so long, I can't make it appear--" He flushed as Lysandra unbuttoned her high-necked dress.
"Suppose you are about to bite me." She offered her delectable neck.
He could smell her fresh blood already. He could feel his fangs were growing.
"Lysandra--"
"Come on! Bite me!" she urged him. She kept walking on to him until he was trapped by the wall behind him.
Prince Arvinson caught the natural scent of a woman while she advanced to him. He was aroused by her smooth ne
