Roses. You smiled and froze where you stood at the kitchen sink. You always knew when he was near because of that smell. The smell of freshly cut roses. You have no idea why he smells that way, but he does, and you relish every moment you smell it.
You close you're eyes, because you know he would never allow you to see him, that's just the way it is. And you love it. You love him.
As if on que, you feel the hot breath on you're neck, and his cold as death fingers sliding back the neck of you're T-shirt. You feel him smile as he lowers his icy lips to you're shoulder, ghosting it lightly and sending shivers down you're spine. He whispers you're name and you feel you're knees grow weak. You clutch the sink for support. You know what comes next, and you are braced for it.
Swiftly the dark haired god clamps down on you're neck, razor sharp fangs pierce youre flesh, and you can't help but give a soft whimper of pain. He was a monster, a carnivore, and you were his meal.
You felt him shift a little and move to grind against you from behind. He gave a small moan that transfered to you're neck and made you shudder in delight. It was pain, and pleasure at its finest. You knew that he would let you live. You were his favorite. You also knew you could trust that there was no way he would waste what he was taking from you with every gulp. He was a vampire. He was darkness. He was everything you wanted and could never ask for or hope to get.
With one last slow grind against you with his hardening length, he released you're neck with a slight popping sound. Then you're favorite part. The licking.
Slowly, deliberately, he ran his cat like tounge across the freshly opened bite sending shivers of ecstasy down you're spine again, and causing quite the reaction from parts unseen. He whispered you're name once more in that deep and husky lust filled voice of his before he was gone, along with the smell of roses.
