The candlelight flickered gently across the table, catching on the silver cutlery and the deep red of the wine in my glass. The scent of it was intoxicating, rich and sweet, but nothing compared to the pulse that I could already hear across the table. Yours. My love.

You always knew what you were doing when you teased me. It was unfair, really. The way you smiled at me over your glass, the way your voice softened when you called my name. I tried to focus on the meal, on being civilized, on pretending that I could sit here and just be normal. But I could not.

When I saw the red drip down your skin, my breath caught. You tilted your head just enough, letting it trail lower, the softest sound escaping your lips as if to tempt me further.

Maloi: quietly, trembling “You know what that does to me…”

You smiled, and that was the end of my restraint. My chair scraped back as I stood, slow and hesitant but unable to stop myself. My hunger was never something I could fully control, not when it came to you. The air between us was thick, heavy, charged with something both dangerous and tender.

I leaned closer, eyes flicking to the place where the red glistened. My lips brushed your skin first, just a featherlight touch, then parted as I began to drink. The taste hit me instantly, rich and alive, your warmth flowing through me like fire.

I could feel my body change with every drop, that strange connection we shared awakening in me, turning me into what I was meant to be only through you. My hands trembled as I pulled away just enough to look at you, lips stained, heart pounding too fast for a creature like me.

Maloi: softly, breathless “God your skin.. it taints me...”