Part 872 – Just One Bite

Barbara’s scent pulled and tugged at his hunger.

He released her.

“You okay?”

He shook his head and stood. “hungry.”

“Oh.” She stood and ran her fingers through his hair. “Be careful.”

He looked at her in wonder.

She accepts me as I am.

My vampirism.

My hunger.

My need to hunt.

He kissed her again.

I will never return to Elsie.

Because whatever we had together…It was nothing like this. And it never could be.

He rubbed his thumb across her cheekbone. “I adore you.” He kissed her one last time and pressed his forehead against her forehead. “I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

She looked at him with so much love it made his knees tremble. “Be safe. My kitten.”

“My love.” His stomach decided to ruin the moment with another loudly stated growl.

She smiled. “You know, there is a simple solution.” She offered him her wrist.

Ambrose could almost see her scent steaming out of her skin.

so hungry

I did all of that running around.

I don’t even know how many miles I ran.

hungry

He took her wrist.

hungry

and she smells so good

She ran her free hand through his hair. “It’s all right, kitten.”

He brought her wrist up to his mouth.

smells so good

so hungry

He opened his mouth wide and bared his fangs.

one bite

just one bite

I’ve been good for so long

resisted for so long

one bite

she wants me to bite her

just one bite

I need this

I deserve this

hungry

one bite

hungry

just one bite

He closed his eyes and pressed her wrist against his lips.

He shivered as her scent overwhelmed his senses.

The tip of his fangs touched her skin, drawing a moan out of him.

I can’t.

I want.

I can’t.

I need

it will hurt her

hungry

don’t want to hurt her

so hungry

so close

one bite

just one bite

one

one

ONE

ONE!

He released her hand and stumbled back, panting. “I can’t.”

“It’s all right. I want you to do this.”

“It will hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you ever again.”

“Seeing you this hungry hurts me. Especially since I know I can help you. If you’ll let me help you.”

“Barbara—”

“Ambrose. I know it will hurt. I’m not stupid. But I know what I want. I want to help you. Let me help you. Just this one time. One last time.”

She came close to him and held her wrist right under his nose.

Her scent teased him.

Beckoned to him.

He curled his hand around the back of her wrist. “Are you sure? Barbara, are you sure? If I do this, will you hate me?”

She kissed him. “Yes. I’m sure.” She smiled. “And no. I will not hate you. It would take a lot more than you biting my wrist to make me hate you.”

“I love you. Know that. I love you.”

“I know you do.”

He closed his eyes.

His hunger pulled Ambrose’s mouth down to her wrist.

Her scent invaded him, stealing his breath away.

He moaned with hunger, with desire.

And he yielded to his hunger.

His fangs broke through her skin.

Her blood trickled into his mouth.

He moaned in delight.

At last.