My first times

- So? - I whispered in his ears and I could smell his scent.
- What?
- Do you feel yourself in danger?
- I don't see why should I - he said leaning even closer so that I could feel his breathe, moreover I could touch his pulsing vein, the life running through under my fingers.
- You should...
- Why is that exactly? - he smirked lazily.
I felt the hunger growing inside me but paralel, I sensed the tension between us, something untouchable which made my brain shot down, leaving me with only my instincts. My eagerness.
- Just because I...
I imagined.
His neck, my fangs, his blood, my pleasure. His moan, my bite. And then I looked up to him, into his sparkling eyes and realised how much I wanted to hurt him.