"You taste divine, my dear."
You watched as Vergil licked his lips before he latched them back onto your wrist.
He had you in his lap as he held onto your hand delicately, sipping your blood gingerly from the bite marks from his fangs. He was correct, he thought your blood was the finest of wines.
You couldn't help the whimper that escaped your own lips as he pulled you to lean your side against his front, him still drinking from your wrist. Your words were almost slurred with desire.
"Anything for you, Vergil."


















