Love and Blood
She entered my bed, naked, cold; her touches brought a wave of goose-pimples across my body. My heat made her feel alive, she said. Her preternatural touch reminded me that I was.
Her lips were one of the few places which held heat. They met with mine, gently at first, then forcefully as I explored her other warm places. Our bodies melded, writhing. Gently, she bit me, seeking nourishment from my climaxing soul, I could no longer hold back.
We melted apart under the covers, satisfied from receiving what we so desperately needed; love… and blood.