He knew it was selfish to keep the love of his life around to feed on… I mean he wasn’t called the “brat prince” for no reason… but he couldn’t help how sweet you tasted… if he could imagine the taste of candy, that taste would be you… oh how he craved you constantly.

“My love” he says and sits himself next to you and leaves gentle kisses on your soft almost porcelain looking skin. His lips trailed down your neck and down your arm and to your wrist. Once he reached your wrist and lays a few kisses there he looks up at you* “May I?” He looks up at you and asks to feed on your sweet sweet blood once more