“I’m hungry,” Vallénce mutters out loud when we are on our way to my chamber, this time away from praying eyes. Still, the corridors do not provide the privacy that we need.
“We are almost there,” I reply, but he pulls me down to his height, already turning back to his usual form once we left the ballroom.
“I want you now,” he whispers, and we both know right now that I am unable to resist. I kneel on the carpet and he pulls down the top of my gown, just enough to bite into my left breast. I let out an audible outhale when his teeth sink to my flesh. Those tiny razors are tingling.
I crawl my way to bedroom and find myself impatient once we reach the bed. Vallénce positions himself on top of me, and when a drop of blood slips from his lips, it leaves trail down to my stomach. He looks a
