I take her neck

I lick Gina’s lumpy neck. As my tongue slithers on her flesh her vein pulsates. She is getting excited. I pause at the vein and puncture my fangs into it. She flinched but settles down after a second. I feed on her blood, touching her bloody breast and turn my head into her neck. She tilts her head back as I feed deeply into her blood, slurping on her neck. I stop feeding and lift my head.

“Please, don’t stop.” Gina demands weakly. Her skin is very white and pale. Another bite would make her lifeless.

“Gina, as much as I want to feed on you, I want ask if you want to be my thrall or wife.”