Evan
She was perfect, her lips stained red with her own blood and what remained of her lipstick, even as the wound I’d made on her tongue closed. The sweet aphrodisiac taste of her blood still clung to my lips and between my teeth, and the thrumming beat of her heart called to me like a siren’s song.
She looked like Jesus on the cross, her limbs splayed wide for me, promising salvation from my lonely existence. Before her, I hadn’t thought that I could get close to anyone after the c*****e my condition had caused in the past.
I never expected to be able to be with someone like this again—to trust myself to hold someone at my mercy. She knew the danger she was in, but she had faith that I could control myself.
It was time to prove worthy of her trust.
“You’re incredible,” I exhaled, my
