You Saved Me

I heard the confidence in Christopher's voice.

"Yes," I said, my voice shaking.

"Go ahead, then." He tilted his neck in my direction.

My fangs grew.

Running my tongue over the sharp ends, I moved closer, grabbing hold of him and pressing my lips against his warm throat. I sank my fangs into his skin, enjoying the sensation of his skin parting.

Tentative, I sucked.

When the first drops touched my tongue, I panted, sucking harder.

I had nothing to compare the pleasure I experienced as his blood filled my mouth, ran down my throat, and filled me in ways I never believed existed.

To my mind, there wasn't anything better than that moment, which was saying something, since I was a fruit and veggie girl.

After a time, Christopher spoke my name. "Snow."

I felt drunk with his bewitching blood as I lifted my lips from his neck.

He smiled, his hazel eyes shimmering with hunger.

"Do you recognize me now?" he asked.