You freeze when the vampire's fangs graze the skin of your neck dangerously again. You know, he won't bite, he's holding on for now, but the victim's instinct still takes over and no one knows when the man will snap.

Lucian grunts dangerously, gently throwing your leg over his hip and pulling off your tights. He never liked clothes that were too tight-there was no access to your skin. His limo has already become a familiar location and its cool leather seats creak under your weight. You're kind of grateful to him, it's cold right now, and he and his car come in handy. On the other hand, you know what Lucian is doing and that you will soon break under him.

He bends you a little bit so that you're not too afraid of him, even though you should be. You used to shake at the sight of him, but now you arched gently when his fingers touched sensitive areas. Well, he's good.