𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 | 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴

36: Refusing to Let Go

No matter how many times Elliot drinks your blood, he knows he'll never get tired of it.

In fact, each instance is somehow better than the last. Your distinctly sweet, rich taste overwhelms his senses, and every time, without fail, he loses himself to the pleasure.

He feels like the luckiest man in the world, getting to do this with you. He doesn't care if it's illegal. How does it make any sense for something so amazing to not be allowed? It's not like he's hurting you. You agreed to this. You're more than happy to do it.

You want this just as badly as he does.

Elliot holds you close as he slowly swallows more and more of your blood. He's always careful not to take too much. The last thing he ever wants is to hurt you. The fact that you've never had to push him away or ask him to stop is proof that he's handling you delicately, as if you're made of glass. Every time he does this, he can tell that you trust him wholeheartedly, and that just makes him fall in love with you all over again.

You let out a quiet, breathy sigh, sinking farther back into the couch. Elliot shifts his weight a bit so that he isn't pressing down on you. One of his arms is wrapped around your waist, as always, and his other hand rests upon your thigh. Every so often, he'll squeeze down on the plush, pillowy texture of your skin, in tandem with the soft moans he occasionally lets slip.

He can't even begin to describe how good you taste. He loves doing this with you. He wishes he was the only one who could ever gorge himself on your taste. Actually, no-he wants more than that.

He wishes he was the only one in the whole world who could ever be near you.

Elliot eventually pulls away, lips glistening with the beautifully crimson shade of your sweet, sweet essence. He can never get enough of your blood. He would drink you in for hours upon hours if he could. But he already swore to himself he would never hurt you. Perhaps another vampire would, but not him. Never him.

He really hopes you'll realize it sooner rather than later.

He hopes you realize how perfect he is for you.

"Are you feeling okay?" Elliot asks, gently brushing some of your hair back.

"I'm good," you smile. "Everything feels fine. You're always really gentle and cautious, so I know there's nothing to worry about."

A bright smile spreads across Elliot's lips. He even briefly forgets that his lips are still stained with your blood, but by now, the sight hardly fazes you. Besides, Elliot isn't like Felix. He's never once given you reason to be afraid of him.

Elliot wipes his mouth off, then hands you your payment. If only he had all the money in the world. You deserve so much more than this, but regretfully, he isn't blessed with the kind of wealth to make all your problems disappear. If that were the case, he would have gotten Johnny off your back ages ago. He would have saved you from this miserable, unfair life, and you would be eternally grateful to him.

One day, it'll happen. Since he doesn't have the kind of money to magically fix everything, he has no choice but to take a different approach. He already dealt with Xavier. That should teach him to stay the hell away from you. As for Johnny...

That bastard will pay for his crimes with blood.

Elliot continues smiling sweetly, and of course, you are completely oblivious as to what is truly going through his head.

"Well, I guess... it's time for me to leave now."

Elliot's smile doesn't fully fade, but there's a tinge of disappointment now in his eyes. He always hates this part. He hates having to be away from you. Even though he knows he'll see you again, he can't help but wish that this moment would never end.