Hazel's POV
We laid on the bed, breathing heavily. I had not done anything aside from let him drink my blood which brought me pleasure, for the first time.
The night was silent with our breath echoing in the darkness. I never knew I could get so much pleasure from having my blood taken. Or maybe it's because it's Damien?
‘'How do you feel?” Damien whispered into my ears.
I closed my eyes as his voice vibrated through my body. Oh what this man did to me. He was my weakness.
“I'm alright,” I answered with a breathless sigh. His chest vibrated as he hummed. I moved closer to him, wanting to feel the warmth from his body.
“You seem to enjoy having your blood taken,” he said, making my face grow red. Thank gods it was in the darkness. He would not be able to see how embarrassed I was.
