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“You still want me to stop?” he asks, face pressed into my most intimate of places

I gasp “This isn’t fair, Ethan,” a squirm “You know it isn’t – fair”

At this he nips the cotton s

“I never agreed to fairness,” he replies, and I can iine his smirk, hidden beneath the covers

Suddenly he e and falling steadily His lips are open and his blade sharp white fangs are peeking out He looks like so a horror themed photo shoot He looks like trouble I could do without, but can’t help wanting

“Let me bite you,” he whispers

The words Ultimate Power drift at the back of my consciousness Tords Two little words that mean Ethan can never drink froht not stop until my weak human heart fails to beat

“Honey, you can’t,” I whisper back, and my use of affection surprises me Saddens me I don’t know if it’s my tone, or my face, or his extra perception, but Ethan’s eyes tilt down in understanding While not knohy he understands

He draws near, presses his face to my throat, and breathes in “You smell like every summer day I’ll never enjoy,” he speaks into h me

I know that a single drop of ive him those summer days to enjoy And I can’t tell whether it’s fear, or selfishness, or siift Keeping it secret After all, how do I know if Ethan even deserves such a gift? How many lives has this beautiful creature ended, if not at least shortened? Ifthe truth about me then surely it is vital that it remains hidden

Ethan brushes my messy hair away from my face, and his touch is soft, private, intiuts out to him Tell him all of my secrets and let him decipher the mess Do what he ith the base facts of my existence

“I love your black hair,” he breathes, eyes travelling over ht blue eyes”

I shift beneath hiical passes my lips “Would you ever end me?” I ask

Ethan twists a lock of er “Never,” he answers, not for one second frowning in confusion over what I have asked his My wariness of his nature, his capabilities That fact that he doesn’t blather on about “extres forth a sliver of peace in me Perhaps he really would never kill ot messy Perhaps his ad himself to hurt me, even if the occasion called for it Or perhaps he’s just an exceptional liar

“Promise”