Work calls- Part 1

When an unintended sigh escaped her lips, it only added fuel to the existing, uncontrollable feelings that were bursting through his fingers and lips. Damien's heart was beating steady, his eyes looked alive. Unable to hold his thirst, his fangs grew and he said, "I am taking a sip," with no other notice, Damien sank his fangs into her neck.

Her blood was sweeter than what ha tasted which made him wonder if it was because she was a white witch. It was like drinking from a unicorn that was told to have a heavenly taste. Damien didn't keep many relationships when it came to women. His intentions were clear as day which held no strings until a while ago.