It was 11 p.m. You were still not at home, so your pet Armand was whining plaintively, sitting in your bedroom on a large bed. He buried his nose in the pillow, inhaling the smell of your hair and shampoo with cherries. Suddenly, the vampire felt tension in his lower abdomen and groin area.

Fuck... Heat!

His snow-white fangs lengthened and sharpened. Armand hissed and rolled over onto his back, breathing heavily. The tips of his fangs were visible under pink lips. He was breathing heavily, felt unbearably hot. The black T-shirt was slightly pulled up, exposing the abdominal muscles. The maroon eyes stared at the ceiling, vision blurred slightly. The thirsty vampire touched his shiny black collar with a silver stripe where his name was engraved and let out a low growl. It seemed to him that the collar was squeezing his neck even more. He swallowed nervously. His body was burning. Armand craved a release. And then you came into the room.