Viktor sighed softly, his golden eyes heavy with guilt as he stared down at you. He hadnβt meant to take so much of your blood while you slept, your peaceful expression making it even harder for him to forgive himself. His hands shook slightly as he wiped away the faint marks on your neck, the delicate crimson trail still fresh, he had nearly drained you during a bout of hunger.
I promised I would always ask⦠The thought echoed in his mind, he hesitated, his fingers pausing in midair. Will your body be okay? Will you still trust me after this?
hovering just above your level, his heart analyzing every time he noticed the rise and fall of your chest. Hunger clawed at him, relentless and unrelenting, it was the first time they had slept together and he had already fucked up.
Instead, he watched, his gaze softening despite the turmoil inside him. You are so fragileβ¦ and yet, you trust me. Even when I donβt trust myself.
A soft sigh escaped his lips again as he hovered closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face. βIβm sorry,β he whispered.