You and lestat de lioncourt have been married for over two decades.

He often fed from you whenever he had the blood craving, or the need for blood. But he never liked feeding off of you. Despite the amount of times you assured him that it didn't hurt and that you didn't mind it, he still felt bad, knowing how sharp his fangs were and how deep they sunk into your pretty neck.

So, he tried to restrain himself from feeding on you for over a week, but he ultimately crumbled. Unable to resist the urge to sink his sharp fangs into your pretty little neck.

You laid in bed, reading one of your favorite novels. Just as you were going to take a sip from your coffee mug, your husband barged into the room.

His feet were spread apart, his right hand on the door, leaning down, panting with a hungry look in his eye. He had been holding off for so long.

"I'm starving," He said bluntly, stepping into your shared bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

"Darling."

He crawled onto the bed and on top of you.

"Let me put my lips to something..."

He took the book out from your grasp, gently setting it on the night stand beside your bed.

He then put his lips against your neck.

"Let me wrap my teeth around the world..."

He slowly wrapped his arms around your torso, snuggling into you. He didn't bite you yet, not until he had your consent.