““I felt his lips press against my hair, then move lower to tenderly kiss my neck. "Mina: for weeks, I have dreamt of bringing you here. I never imagined it could ever be so; yet here you are." My heart began to pound in earnest now. Did he mean to bite me again? I feared it; yet to my mortification, I wanted him to. I desperately craved the feel of his teeth piercing my flesh, and the intense, erotic rush of pleasure that I knew would follow. I closed my eyes, unable to prevent the anxious gasp that escaped my lips. I felt him tense. "You are still afraid," he said with deep regret. He let me go abruptly, and stepped back with a small, self-derisive laugh. "Forgive me. I told myself I could be with you and not be tempted. I was wrong. I will do my best to control my appetite hereafter.””
