If I wanted to, I could take her and she would most likely welcome me at the moment, because I know what the vanilla is now.
She’s aroused.
Except that now that I bit her, I have no way of knowing if she’s aroused by me or by my bite.
“I shouldn’t have,” I say as I take a step back.
I don’t know how I let that happen and I’m ashamed of myself.
It never happened.
Even with Cassiopé’s mother, I never let myself get carried away in this manner.
What is wrong with me?
58
Florentine
Brice takes a step back and looks appalled at what he just did.
I’m trying not to take it personally, but it hurts.
I might have forgotten for a moment why bat-shifters have been called vampires ever since they arrived from their own dimension.
They share the traits of our myths about vampires. The bloodlust and the turning into bats.
I heard about the vampire dens that were created at their arrival and how it turned into a bloodbath in barely a few months.
I don’t know what happened exactly, but I know they crave blood.
I would love to say that I could handle it, but I still feel his hands lingering at my hips and the feel of his lips against my throat.
I can still feel his hard on against my pussy and how cold and empty I feel now that he took his distance.
What I’m not sure I could handle is knowing it was all about my blood, that the arousal I felt against me was just because of the blood lust, and that it’s not about me.
That, I think, could break me.
So instead of asking what happened and trying to get to the bottom of it, I change the subject.
I’m too scared to know for sure that it was all about my blood, so I prefer not to know at all.
Denial, my old friend.
“Milton, enter the woman’s name in the new database,” I say out loud to let Brice know this subject is closed.
That seems to pique Brice’s interest.
“What database could you have that would be more up-to-date than Interpol’s?” Brice asks, slightly surprised.
I force a large grin.
Fake it until you make it?
“Sometimes getting in the worst situations can be to your advantage,” I say with a cryptic smile.
“What do you mean?” he says, annoyed.