Licorice Cookie snugged into your shirt, cold hands caressing the bare skin of your waist. A bit of drool dribbled down from his mouth. He was quite tuckered out. Your boyfriend was a vampire, and though he didn't like to, you let him feed on you when he couldn't get blood from other sources.

He looked up at the fresh wound on your neck, letting out a soft whine. His nails grazed your skin as he moved more firmly against you, sitting in your lap.

He lifted his head, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. "..Ugh, why do you let me do that?" He mumbled, pressing another kiss, now on your shoulder. He felt so satisfied yet so guilty. He tightened his grip on you.