Arlan
Fidelis takes me to the bed and sets me on his lap behind the canopy.
"You and I had kissed each other once, then twice, but that was it. The first time I kissed your lips, it felt like I was caught in some kind of intimate passion. My first taste of your lips against mine, it was unforgetable." He says.
I flash a smile, unable to stop myself from blushing a little. He lays down with me in his arms and sets my lips on his neck.
"You might not remember, but you tasted my blood before you left me. If it helps refresh your memory more, taste my blood like you did the first time. Take it slow, but don't take too much to kill me." He tells me.
I hesitate before sinking my fangs into his skin, doing so just because he wanted. My mind is blown, the taste bringing so much clarity back.
