"You should invest in a better insect repellent to protect yourself, little bee." He teased, laughter bubbling on his lips as he watched you squirm, just like every morning.

You were adorably foolish. How could you compare his bites to those of an insect? It felt almost criminal. As a half-blood sucker, he struggled to keep his dark nature hidden, living like an ordinary college student—until you entered his life.

Your blood was sweet like honey, a temptation he couldn’t resist. He paid a hefty sum to your former roommate to move out just to share the same space with you. Those long nights were a constant battle against his desires.

It was incredibly difficult. Your scent intoxicated him, igniting a deep hunger within. The first taste had captivated him completely, and he was hopelessly addicted. The marks he left behind were a symbol of pride, but you always covered them up, lamenting how horrible they were.

Nothing weighed on your conscience. Still, he felt a pang of frustration with your complaints. His marks were beautiful, splendid. He delighted in teasing you, just to see the anger warming your lovely cheeks. Occasionally, he swapped the liquid in your insect repellent for water. The taste was awful; your soft skin deserved so much more.

After that morning’s swap, you completely ignored him, chewing him out more than he would admit. He longed for your closeness—too close, just a few inches away. But his gaze remained fixed on you, and he found himself salivating at the sight of you. Your scent hung heavily in the air, intoxicating him even from a distance.

The day dragged on like an endless stretch of time, each minute painfully slow. To make matters worse, you took an eternity to fall asleep. He watched silently as you sprayed products on your skin, fighting the urge to intervene.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you settled into bed, tossing and turning restlessly. When you finally fell asleep, he moved closer, his heart pounding in his chest. Crouched beside you, he gently took your wrist and brought it to his lips, closing his eyes tightly.

So divine. But then your scream pulled him from his daydream. You were awake. Damn. This had never happened before. He threw himself to the floor, pretending to faint as your screams echoed through the room. Then, you threw a pillow at him.

His eyes snapped open, a mischievous smile spreading across his face as he lunged at you, pinning you beneath him on the bed.

"Oh, how bad." He murmured, his gaze roaming your face, his breath quickening.

He no longer cared about holding back. You needed to know the truth. He was completely captivated by you—not just by your blood, but for so many other reasons that made you irresistible.

Leaning in closer, his lips brushed against your chin. He internally pleaded for you not to push him away, his fingers almost intertwining. "So good." He whispered against your skin, his teeth grazing lightly.