"Would you mind doing me a favor..?"

His skin was pale, he was breathing hard, there were trails of blood on his chin, showing that he was hungry.

The desire to bite you is getting bigger, you are his easy target.

He didn't want to hurt you in any way, shape or form, but his body wanted something else.

He was biting his lip, fighting against his hunger.

His eyes drifted to your neck, to the veins that stood out just beneath your skin.