Gina lay on my king-sized bed, her petite frame barely filling half of the space. Her disheveled hair covered her face, her lips parted, and eyelids fluttering. I had carefully helped her out of her dress, leaving only her thong. Her chest rose as she breathed lightly, looking like an angel as she slept.
I had tried covering her naked body with the duvet, but she kept shifting in her sleep, unintentionally exposing her body. She looked so fragile that I almost felt bad for her. Guilt lingered within me as I remembered biting her too hard, drawing blood in the process. I couldn't forget the betrayed look in her eyes, realizing that she would never trust me.
I didn’t need her to anyways.
The necklace Diana had given me rested in my hand. I had successfully infused her blood in it, all that was left was to place the necklace around her neck. Moving quietly to avoid waking her, I neared her, savoring the gentle warmth of her breath on my face. I got distracted as I admired her. Her features were perfectly symmetrical and feminine. Her beauty was bewitching, and I found it difficult to resist.
The thought of other men having the same naughty thoughts made my blood boil.
I would kill anyone who dared look at her.
My hands grazed her soft flesh on her chest, and she groaned, sharing the familiar electric feeling we always felt whenever we made contact.
My body burned with desire, and I felt a heat in my groin. I made the mistake of looking at her supple breasts, moving in rhythm with her breathing. I swallowed, my throat suddenly feeling parched.