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His erection the warmest part of him, barely making contact with me, wanting and waiting. He looks me in the eye once more before he attempts to slide himself inside, asking if I want him again. I look back into his eyes, making sure he sees me. Really sees me and I tell him.

‘I want you. Now and again. And..’

He catches my hesitation. I don’t know if he can feel what I’m thinking. Thinking that I really mean, always.

..

The next night is a mess of sheets and pillows. Wrapped in his arms and his cooled skin. When he wakes, the look in his eyes reminds me of the night before. His concern shows in his brows, his searching gaze. He jumps out of bed and finds the glass vial, fallen down by the bed. He places it inside a suit pocket.

‘You can’t do that again. Not on my watch. Not ever.’ His expression serious.

‘Will you do that again?’

‘Don’t tease. I’m serious.’

‘So am I. Maybe you might want to drink it again?’

‘I won’t because you won’t do that again. Was I not clear?’ His voice has an even tone to it, not angry or raised. Calm and firm.

I have no choice.

‘But you can drink -’ I wrap my fingers around his arm as he puts his cuff-links on, ‘-from’ I search for his eyes as he dresses, waiting for them to land on mine after the click and turn of the cuff-links.

‘From?’ his eyes wait on mine.

‘Um…’ I stumble.

‘That’s not a good idea.’ He cuts me off, standing up and putting on his grey suit jacket. He looks sharp. Elegant. He sprays Sauvage and I bury my face in his neck inhaling deeply. I can’t tear myself away until he pulls me away by my shoulders. ‘It’s a good idea for you to stay here while I sort this out. Stay here. And I mean here. I will be back soon. You know what I need to do’ He leaves for the exit, his footsteps echoing along the parquet of the hotel floor. They stop. ‘Do not, leave.’

The door clicks and shuts.

..

The descent down is bathed in red light. John is solemn and I’m silent. At reception John greets the desk attendant with a single look. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to talk to them here, they know him already. He flips through a tray of gold edged grey cards, he picks one and puts it in his jacket pocket.

‘She’s with me’.

He lowers his lashes, lids lingering downward. His lips resting thin. I look at him. I wait for his next move. He silently places a hand on the small of my back, he pushes gently, leading me further.

It’s cold down here. The underground tunnels and platform walkways carving arches into the vaulted ceilings. Wrought iron and glass looms up to the very heights, as we walk  through it. Past low lit spaces and whispered conversations, looks towards John, glances in my direction then to him. A girl with slow movements and dilated pupils walks up to John, not hesitating to approach him, just holds up a card, same one as he picked up, but with a dot of red painted on it. He declines and she furrows her brows. He gives her a final look and she walks away.

He takes me into a room pooled with golden light. Light focused from below. A silver pod sits on the stone in silence and John leads me by my hand to sit inside. I step into the plush upholstered cabin, in lipstick red velvet. He shuts the door and encircles us in red. He turns my face to his with a turn of his wrist. The lights flicker. He’s staring at me. He takes out the grey card from his pocket, places it on the velvet next to us.

‘What’s that?’ I say.

‘If you haven't  changed your mind about it, the thing you were about to ask me.’

‘You said it won’t happen.’

‘I did say that.’

‘But. I have you safe here. And, no one is coming in. I know what this will do to me. But do you?’

‘I really really liked it when you nipped at my neck before, you know, the first time.’ I say.

He bares his fangs and pierces the pad of his finger. Prints a drop of blood on the card and places it outside the booth.

‘A few drops. Help yourself, and help me.’ I stare up at him.

He strokes over the front of my neck. Nips at my neck, kissing, grazing his teeth over the surface. I lean in, he licks my neck and sinks his teeth in. I bleed into his mouth. His touch is more intense and passionate, his hands warm against my neck, my shoulders. My barely there off the shoulder sleeves are down. He unzips and undresses me. The velvet is padded in the right way for this small space. It’s claustrophobic and cosy, romantic and frightening. He crawls between my knees and I throw his suit on the floor.

‘Touch me. See? It’s what you do to me.’ He says.

He’s warm again, instantly warm. This feels normal. And I want it to be. I close my eyes and let him in. He licks the seeping blood from the wound in my neck, not helping it heal just yet. The pressure and sharpness of his gentle bites and sucking adds to the feeling of him inside me.

The word ‘always’ is swimming in my head.

Always. I want him always.

‘I won’t always be able to do this.’

‘I want you to do this now. I want you to fuck me. Don’t stop. And then bite me again.’

He has an instant erection as soon as he drinks again. There’s no way I can tell how long we’ve been in here and what time it actually is. He’s been building me up and up, tension in my body rising and rising, and when he won’t drink from me anymore, he seals the punctures with his tongue, soothing, sending waves of unleashed tension and pleasure to spill.