I try not to move, but it isn’t a nice feeling to be bitten. Scarlet widens his lips, sinking deeper to drink more. His hands support me on the waist, pulling me closer at the same time. The wind blows and twirls the scent of chrysanthemum around us. Some of the blushful petals are blown by the wind, and then fall like blood snow once the breeze is no more. That is when he pulls away, but not before licking the multiply tiny holes he has made.
Rather than pulling away, he keeps his position the same. My back has already been arched back when he leaned closer before, making us look like a dancing couple. He traces his eyes down to my body, one hand on my waist while the other one tries to redo my straps. There are still traces of blood around his lips, so I automatically bring my hand to h
