[ Her tenderness and love, her anticipatory pleasure in tearing herself into shreds if it could soothe him -- it's both familiar and foreign to Armand. He's knows that he's unworthy of such devotion, that he's done nothing to deserve her attentions, but he can't help wanting it even as he fears it. She knows him better than almost anyone, yet she still welcomes him. Who's to say how long that will last once she realises what she's allowed into her bed, into her heart?
The blood flushing her cheeks makes his fangs ache. He watches her in silence, entranced by the soft breath against the inside of his wrist. Softly, into their private shadows, he admits to the both of them what he wants. ]
Tell me you love me. [ He could force her -- he could take over her body and make her mouth the words, could convince her that she feels that way, but he wants to hear the truth. ]
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The blood flushing her cheeks makes his fangs ache. He watches her in silence, entranced by the soft breath against the inside of his wrist. Softly, into their private shadows, he admits to the both of them what he wants. ]
Tell me you love me. [ He could force her -- he could take over her body and make her mouth the words, could convince her that she feels that way, but he wants to hear the truth. ]