A drop from her blood

His golden eyes followed her silhouette undressing the rest. Despite the flimsy garment that hid her private part, she could feel him clearly against her. There wasn't any problem anymore; they could do anything and no one would watch. Sierra wondered if someone wanted to sit there, what would he do? They weren't immaterial.

"You don't have to worry about anything. Keep your eyes on me. I don't want my pet watching others."

The table was uncomfortable. She grabbed his shoulders as support, pulling herself up. Her intention was purely to sit again instead of lying but he took it as if she wanted to kiss it. First, he removed the hair out of her face with his left hand like removing the outer shell of a candy.