I did it again, laughing louder when his upper lip and nose pressed into the sensitive hollow of skin between my collarbones, the stubble on his chin scratching my chest. "That tickles."

He grazed his teeth playfully along my flesh; they felt sharp, like the edge of a blade. I knew the control he would've used to stop them cutting, but for some reason, a deep part of me, a part that rose too close to the surface, really didn't care if he cut me. I wanted to be cut by him.

"David?"

"Yes."

"Is it normal for me to think this way?"

He laughed into my skin, kissing but not biting. "Yes."

"But, you won't, right-you won't cut me?"

"No. I won't. But I am going to feel your flesh against my teeth." He turned us to the side and placed me on the table, stepping in closer until his hips once again rested between my thighs. "Do not scream," he warned. "It will only excite the monster."

"Is that not a good idea?"

His hands flew up and tangled in my hair, his thumbs on my cheeks, holding my face in front of his. "If you do...you will die."

I held my breath, lost in the intensity of his penetrating gaze. But something inside told me not to worry. Maybe it was the way he held me, his hands so tight around my face, or maybe it was the concern in his own eyes that made me sure he would never let himself destroy me. My jaw jutted forward a little, my bottom lip catching his in a delicate kiss-a wordless reassurance. He kissed back, his eyes closed, his lips soft, moist, cold, like the lips of a person who just ate ice. And as it intensified, as his hands slipped beneath my dress again, finding my hips, bare and waiting, I grinned playfully, resting back on my hands. Undress me.

"Jesus Christ, Ara." He became as taut as a statue. "You don't know how close you are to losing your innocence right now."

"Maybe I'm ready for it." I lifted my dress a little.

David stood taller, looking down at my floral-print undies. "To lose your virginity in a closet space?"

I parted my legs a little more, inviting his touch to where his eyes and thoughts lingered. "Yes."

His heavy breath stopped, his hand slowly reaching toward my upper thigh, then he grabbed it firmly, letting his thumb fall against my delicates. "You shouldn't play games like this with a dangerous predator."

"A dangerous predator shouldn't bring young girls into dark spaces-alone."

"It wouldn't be a problem if that girl would stop showing the vampire parts he's wanted to see for the longest time." He lowered my dress and smoothed it over my legs.

"Did you ever think maybe she's wanted to show him for the longest time?"

"What is wrong with you?" he said with a smile. "Why do you say things like that? I want to do any number of unsavoury things to you, right now, including kill you. Can you comprehend that?"

"That's what makes this so romantic. I know you won't, even though you want to."

He shook his head, frowning over a smile. "Only you could think something like that is romantic."

"David." I ran my fingers from the tip of his hairline, over his skull and to the back of his neck, feeling his hair slip through them. "You're a vampire. Don't even pretend you don't think it's romantic."

A breathy laugh parted his lips. "I really love you, Ara. You are just so perfect for me."

I rolled my head to the other side, lengthening my neck. "Good. Then show me what it feels like to be under the spell of the vampire."

"I-" His eyes met mine with hesitation. "I'm afraid I'll enjoy it."

"Isn't that...a good thing?"

"No. I mean..." He looked at my neck, running his thumb over the pulse. "You know my teeth are sharper than yours. Even if I only use my front teeth, chances are I'll cut you."

"You won't." I smiled. "I know you can control yourself when it comes to me."

"Perhaps, but...I've wanted to-for so long."

"What, cut me?"

"Yes. Eat you, feel your blood pulse under my teeth, see the life leave your eyes, breath leave your lips."

I let out a slow huff. "Whoa."

"I know." He laughed timidly. "It's a vampire thing, and I-I'm afraid I might enjoy hurting you, Ara. If...if we do this, and the vampire in me takes control, there will be no going back."

"As in...you'll kill me?"

"Perhaps. Or I will not be able to stop thinking about killing you-hurting you-even after the day is done and we've parted ways."

I thought about that for a second, feeling a mischievous smile creep its way into the corners of my eyes. "Then it'll be a true test of our love, won't it?"

"No," he said, sweeping my hair away from my shoulder. "It will be a test of my willpower." And before I could respond, his teeth started my heart, coming closed tightly around my flesh. I squirmed, a cold shiver running down my spine while hot blood rushed up under the grip of his bite. Everything in me from toes to shoulders tensed, the tendon in my neck going rigid like wet rope, and all the nerves under it screamed out in agony while my heart pleaded for more, my flesh burning in an intensely good way. He kept his fangs distant, but every now and then, they brushed against me like the pointed tip of a blade run softly over flesh.

"Bite me harder, David." I grabbed his arms, digging my nails in, half pushing him away, half pulling him closer. I felt his body turn cool against mine, like the heat of desire pushed his hunger deeper, making him icy between my legs. And he became more ferocious, losing himself to the bite, his hands searching my body wildly, travelling under my dress, demanding my craving skin crawl into his touch. I crossed my ankles over his hips, imagining my clothes were gone and I could feel his bare chest smoothly against mine.

"David?" I squeaked as he bit down harder, pressing me against the chairs stacked on the table. "David, it's hurting a bit."

"Shh." He shoved the chairs off with a quick push and rolled me onto my back as they crashed noisily to the floor. The people outside laughed raucously, their familiar, human sounds setting my heart on fire.

"David. Stop."

My neck burned where he pulled away, but he didn't stop; he moved to the other side and wrapped his lips hard around my skin as I pushed against him. I felt the scrape of his fangs, sharp, as if he'd cut through, stinging like a thousand hot little needles under my skin.

"David. It's hurting."

He cupped a hand under my bottom, slipping my underwear past my hip on one side as he dragged me closer, thrusting his pelvis into mine. And though I wanted him to-wanted him to make love to me right here on the table, I also wanted him to kill me. I could see it all, as if his intentions became my thoughts. But I didn't want to die. I didn't want David to have to live with the regret of killing me.

"David!" I burst into tears. "Please don't."

"Don't what?" He looked down at me, confused.

I shoved him away and rolled up to stand-darting across the room to the safety of the wall. "Why did you do that?"

"Do what?" He appeared in front of me, eyes wide, pupils completely swallowing the green. "Do what, Ara?"

"Why didn't you stop?" My voice broke.

"Oh, my love." He reached for me; I yanked away, the energy between us turning stone cold. "Ara, I'm so sorry. I didn't realise you were frightened."

"I asked you to stop." I looked up at him. "That's a pretty clear indication, don't you think?"

"Yes. But, I-" He rubbed his brow. "I didn't hear you. I only tasted your tears."

"What?"

"I was drawn in completely. Compelled by the scent of adrenaline-the fear-it makes the hunger unbearable."

"But-" I cupped my hand to the burning on my neck; he hadn't broken through. "You didn't bite me."

"Ara?" He frowned as if the suggestion insulted him. "I would never do that. I always had control over that. I just-" he turned away, "-I couldn't control the vampire."

"Isn't it the same? I mean, the bite is the vampire?"

"No." He scratched the back of his neck. "The bite is the hunger. The lust before is the vampire."

"Oh." I touched my collarbone. "So, you wouldn't have bitten me?"

He rushed in close and cradled my face in hands. "Not in a million years."

"Then, why couldn't you hear me?"

"I-" He closed his eyes. "I can hear the resonance of your voice in my head now, but I was so lost in your velvet touch, I could think of nothing but..."

"But what?"

He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I wouldn't have done it, anyway. Not with you."

"Not with me? What do you mean?" I folded my arms as he walked away. "What wouldn't you have done with me?"

Ignoring my question, he leaned against the table and reached his hand out.

I hesitantly took it.

"I'm sorry I scared you, my love. But have no doubt that my lips, my teeth, or my touch would not have done anything you didn't want me to." He held back a cheeky grin. "Except maybe tear your clothes off."

I smiled, feeling my cheeks tingle.

He pulled me into his chest, and the cool of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt surprised me. "From now on, my love, if I'm in that state, use your thoughts to reach me-it's clearer."

I nodded against him.

He let out a breath, pressing each digit of his fingertips firmly over my face and neck. "I'm so, so sorry I scared you."

"I'm okay." I rolled my face upward to look at him. "Well, now I know you wouldn't have bitten me, I'm okay."

He clicked his tongue. "Look what I've done to you."

"It stings."

"You're bruising badly."

"You were pretty rough." I smiled, holding my hand to the mark.

"I won't do that to you again. Ever." He looked up from the bruising, the promise of his words filling out the green in his eyes again.

"What if I want you to?"

His jaw tightened, but his smile remained soft. "No. Not ever again."

"But, I liked it." I pulled my hand down from my neck and gasped, seeing a red smear.

"I know." He caught my wrist, holding it away from him. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice that."

"What...I mean...how...did you cut me?"

"No. It's just from the er...sucking." One corner of his lip quirked upward. "I drew your skin a little too...eagerly."

"Can't you smell it-the blood?" I held my hand up to him.

"Yes."

"Didn't you taste it?"

He shook his head. "It broke through as I pulled away. I was trying to ignore it."

"Does it make you want to bite me?"

"It makes me want to taste you-to see if you taste the way you smell."

Holding my hand near my nose, I sniffed. "I can't smell anything."

"That's because you're not a vampire."

"Here." I held my hand up in front of his lips. "Taste it."

"Ara, don't!"

"David?" I frowned at the empty space in front of me, then spun around a few times until my eyes found him leaning against a stack of chairs across the room. "What's wrong?"

He inched away from me as I approached. "I can't do that. One taste could be enough to make me lose control."

My nose crinkled and I looked down at the bloody smudge on my hand, then pressed my tongue to it. Erk! "Gross. How can you drink this stuff? I taste like a coin."

David laughed softly. "You silly girl, of course you won't like it."

"Well, how do you know you would?"