When does a prey ask the predator to eat

Cyra motioned for Viktor to sit beside her, and he moved quickly, fearing she might change her mind.

"Mistress~," Viktor called out in an infatuated tone; he moved closer to her, so close that Cyra could feel his skin on hers.

She didn't stop him, curious about his next move. Tonight, she was in a good mood.

"Mistress, don't you want to drink...my blood..." Viktor eyes watered seductively, saying his words in an ambiguous tone.

He leaned closer, tilting his pale neck into her line of sight.

Viktor's heart raced as her hot breath grazed his skin. His hands gripped her thighs instinctively.

"When does a prey ask the predator to eat...mm..?" Her fingers traced his artery, sending shivers down Viktor's spine.

Her fingers left his neck and lifted his chin, "Don't be presumptions...I'll take it when I want to." Her sultry, commanding tone and firm grip on his chin pushed him to the edge.