We made love into the night, repeating our words of love for each other over and again, truly making love to each other, until the rays of early morning sunlight came streaming in through the window. I quickly rose from the bed and pulled the shades, blocking out the light.
"You'll have to stay here for the day," I said, crossing the room to the other window. I quickly snapped the shade shut. "It'll be daylight soon and you don't want to be caught outside."
"Stay with me all day," he cooed against my skin as he wrapped his arms tightly around my body.
Before I could answer, his lips found mine, cutting off any protests. Then, he pulled me into his arms and sank his fangs into my neck as my crimson, life-giving blood flowed into his mouth and my breathing quickened.
When he pulled back, I said, "Feed me. I want to taste your blood again."
He leaned back onto the bed, leaned his head back to expose the soft flesh of his neck, and said, "Feed yourself."