Sensitive Little Lamb

"I feel cold." Samantha murmured the moment she felt her body resting on the sheets of the mattress. He was kissing her a few minutes ago, his mouth and tongue doing wonders to her own, but all of a sudden, she was on his bed. Her legs, which she had spread apart without barely realizing it, gave the vampire an opportunity to settle himself against her before she could think of closing it, and their eyes– fierce crimson against glossy green, were locked in an intense gaze.

The look in his eyes were the flames that held the warmth she desperately seeked.

"Complain about the cold.." he murmured, burying his nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling her feminine scent, and he whispered seductively, "and I will give you enough reasons to sweat."

A gasp escaped her opened lips when he suddenly began to suck on that sensitive spot he had succeeded in locating on the crook of her neck, and he coaxed against her burning skin, 

"I'll be gentle."