“I have had my fangs on a fair amount of people and their blood.”

His hot breath hit your neck while his fangs grazed against it, before finally biting down on the delicate skin. His arms wrapped tightly around your body, as if you could slip away from him at any moment. After a moment of only suckling noises echoing through the room, Scaramouche withdrew his mouth, licking off the excess blood around the marks.

“But none of theirs were quite as divine as yours.”

He pulled away slightly but only to reach a hand up your collar, yanking the material down until one side of your collarbones was exposed. His fangs inched closer to the skin above it before biting down again, his hunger not satiated yet.