So that I wouldn't appear predatory, I pressed my body against him. He seemed hesitant, but he put his hand loosely on my waist. His body was so tightly wound, like he would snap.

"I'm just going to lick you, okay?"

He nodded.

I kissed his neck lightly and let the sticky blood paint my lips. I could feel Paul shudder from need, not an intent to leap on me again.

I licked him long and slow, and Paul grew hard in seconds. His hands slipped up my side, and ...