How I feel for you

chapter eight

me up. I finally pull away before the dizziness can come from too much blood loss. Jan he starts to

say. I put a finger up to his red bloody lips, shushing him. Thomas I say in a drunk like person

tone, I'm more than fine. You sure you seem a little I don't know… drunk like. You should know I

say with a smirk you did just feed from me. He blushes, Yeah, that is true. Are you sure you are ok

though? Thomas, I'm positive. Actually I'm more than a positive prince. What did you just call me?

Prince, you are a prince are you not? I say in a I know it all tone. Who told you, or are you…? Yes,

I am and that's how I know. You're joking. Am not. I go a little pale, Thomas is the first person I

have told about this. I knew and no one believed me. I kiss him and wrap my arms around his

neck. You, sure you ok he ask? Yeah, I'm more than ok you just took all the pain I have ever felt

in my whole entire life away. I'm happier than I have been in a long time. He gives me a kiss on

the forehead. He pulls my hair back from my neck. He sits there staring at the spots where his

fangs were in my neck. Just thinking about how his fangs felt inside of me made a shiver of desire

come through me. I shake my head a little to clear my head and some of the hair he pushed away

comes falling back on my neck. He slowly moves it again, he runs his tongue across the mark he

left there. He must taste some more of my blood, because a soft hungry sound comes from him.

How do I taste? Better than any food on earth, better than anything in this whole entire world. Is

that good? It's not good for you, because every time I see you now I'm going to be thinking about

when's the next time I can sink my fangs back into you. I still don't see the problem because I

absolutely don't mind. You can sink those fangs of yours into me anytime you want. Oh, gosh Jania

don't you ever tell me that again. I trust you with my heart and soul Thomas, I just need you to

trust me to trust you. Jania , you know I trust you. But do you? Where's the bathroom I ask? He

takes me to his bathroom. I pull him inside, and shut the door. I take my scrunchie and put my

hair into a messy bun. Jan, what are we doing in the bathroom? Do you trust me? Of course, I do.

You know I do. I rub my fingernail behind his ear. Jan, he says out breath. Yes, I say innocently.

Don't Jan don't he begs. Don't, what? I kiss his neck instead, and I do what he did to me. I scrap

my fangs against his sensitive spots behind his ear. Jan,it all he manages to get out before I sink

my fangs in his neck as he did to me. He turns us around until he is somehow sitting on top of the

cabinet. He pulls me up until I'm sitting on his lap. Then I feed. I don't take a lot back from but

enough for him to feel how I felt. Before I pull away I close the spot back up where I was drinking

from him by licking the wound. When I'm done I look up at him. You win, he says. Did I really

make you feel like that? Yes, I say in a low needy wimper. I would say I'm sorry but then I would

just be lying. There's one last condition and if you agree to it as I think you will if you felt almost

even close to what I felt then my fangs will be in you whenever you want. Promise me you will tell

me when you start to feel dizzy or feel like I took too much. Oh of course, I promise as long as you

promise me the same thing. You have my promise. Then well it looks like my fangs will be sold to

the beautiful woman with the most ridiculously beautiful curls in the world. He kisses me on the

lips again. I take the washcloth closest to me and gently wipe the blood away from his lips. When

I'm done he does the same to me. Are you hungry? You didn't take much from me. No, I'm fine.

He takes my hand and leads me out of the bathroom. He walks me to the kitchen, what's your

favorite fruit? Strawberries, what about you? I'm not even joking, strawberries are my favorite too.

He calls what I'm guessing is the maid in. What can I do for you, Prince Thomas? And tell me your

mother knows you have a girl over. She doesn't, he says quietly. And we quite frankly don't care, I

say to the maid. Who does this little girl think she is? Know one you're going to disrespect Thomas

says, and don't talk to me about who I can have over. You aren't my mother or father, and if my