I was slammed against the wall. Woosung chuckled putting his face into the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply.
"You smell delicious," he murmured against my skin. His voice reminded me of gravel, deep and comforting- silent the rest of the time.
"Just get it over with," I gripped his shoulders and squeezed my eyes shut. He chuckled lowly and licked my neck. He wrapped his arms fully around my waist, pulling close, then bit into me. The pain shot throughout my arm and up my neck. I whimpered loudly although I had gone through this more than once. He growled burying his fangs deeper into my flesh while pushing my body harder against the wall. I cried out digging my nails into his arms again. He kept drinking until I became woozy. His tongue on the fresh wound snapped me out of my haze, I sigh and closed my eyes resting my head against the wall. He gripped the top of my head and yanked my head to the side, exposing my neck further. He continued to kitten lick the blood oozing out of the punctures.
He was holding up my limp body, hip to hip, chest to chest. Finally, he cupped my face wiping the tears away. I sighed and pushed my body further into the wall, further away from him. I felt confined, like a caged animal. I needed to get out of here, he was too close, too intoxicating, too powerful. He leaned into my neck again, and I violently flinched away. "You should clean yourself up. I don't want my food to get sick."
He walked away and I fell. The floor was a full 2 inches below my soles, he'd been holding me up. Though this time, I continued falling to the floor. He took too much blood this time. The room starting spinning, a sudden headache washing over me. I laid down on the solid floor. I was sweating? But somehow I felt so cold without his body pressed against mine. He was overwhelming. I closed my eyes, blocking out my thoughts and the throbbing pain in my neck.
