Seven saintly virtues…
She cast her eyes downward and tried not to breathe in the delicious syrupy scent. The aroma caught on her lips, teasing her.
He whimpered, sight fastened to the ivory fangs she couldn’t retract. Steel pressed against the desire to gorge herself; the monster inside refused.
She would save him.
Tongue tripped over her teeth, red issue embracing the lip of her heels. She slid the knife from his mortal flesh, drinking in the bloody aroma. Her palms compressed the flow, hot, delicious liquid curling over her fingers.
Just one drop…
Fearful eyes rounded up at her. “Thank you…”
Are your virtues this scrumptious…?
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