did he let himself give in to it much like he had been. Typically when women made advances on him like this he'd brush them off quickly or kill them if they were persistent as he felt no real connection to them. Once she had pulled back from the kiss, he slowly opened his eyes to meet hers, +
pupils dilated surely, he’d felt. Just as another body part of his was heavily betraying him, one she could probably feel as he found that he was pressed against her.
Malachi’s breaths were heavy as he felt her lips brush up against his own. Cooing softly in his native tongue, +
The taste of her blood is still in his mouth, staining his teeth, fangs and lips. ‘What is happening?’ he asked himself, this was unfamiliar territory for him.
tear slightly and the next he was tasting her sweetened blood in his mouth as her tongue mingled with his for a few moments. His tongue was immediately drawn to where the blood was coming from as he didn't hesitate to take hers between his teeth and lips and gave it a light suckling; +
“eh bien, baise-moi, tu es une petite coquine, n'est-ce pas?” {Well fuck me, you're a little naughty girl, aren't you?} A smirk soon followed his remark.
No sooner as the words had parted from his lips a small groan replaced it when she gripped his chin. A grin pulled on his lips and before +