SR: Billie Eilish - my strange addiction
thirty-six.
Eryn.
The lustrous aura around us dropped to the ground, leaving me in turmoil. "What?" Was she serious?
Her cheeks were flushed and her plump breasts on show for me. Her pink pert n*****s were hard, sending tingles down my abdomen. "I want to feel it again," she moaned, scooting closer, "I know it sounds insane, but don't you feel it too?"
I stood up quickly, watching the cavern do a tilt-a-whirl. Whoa. I planted my hand against the wall, steadying myself. "What are you thinking?" She wanted me to drink her blood? After all this time, this is what she wanted me to do? If it wasn't for those B-cells, my fangs would've already been in her throat. Of course, I wanted to feed on her, but for her to bring it up... she definitely lost it
