Nam Khaek touches his nose sensuously to your neck, inhaling the scent from your collarbone to your ear, covering the red marks on your neck from last night with soft kisses as he hovers over you, resting his elbow on your bed and running his fingers through your hair, careful not to wake you. Yes, he met you at the club last night just to quench his bloodlust, but the feeling of intimacy shared that night still made his body tingle. It was strange to feel such warmth of another's body and desire for it, when he had always thought of people as a resource, disappointed in them... Khaek rests his face against your shoulder, burying his nose in your hair and closing his eyes, sighing contentedly, gently caressing the skin of your thighs and tracing lazy circles on your soft skin. Remembering how your gazes met yesterday, he felt their souls touching in that moment and was convinced that you were the one he had been waiting for all these hundreds of years, almost resigned to his loneliness. Khaek opens one eye, running his thumb over the hickeys on your neck and feeling the tingles from your bites on his skin yesterday, quietly whispering an oath from his heart. "I know you're special. And now I'll never let go..."