Two of a Kind

Archebold would release Isla 's wrist, and reaching to cup her cheeks with his hand. He'd try to pull her off, but just enough to make her try to bite down for more. Keeping her at a distance to say 'look but don't touch, not yet.' Had he been able to hold her face steady, he would lift his head and lick the blood off her lips. "It's like a dream ins't it? The moment it touches your lips. You lose yourself. Do you hear it?" He asked. The sound of the blood droplets, dripping down onto the floor, onto him. It would be clear as crystal, and boom as if someone had dropped a iron ball into one of the long hallways, causing an echo. He would smear the blood from her wrist against his lips, running his tongue partially over it just enough to coat it. Lifting his, he'd nip his fangs at her lips. No intent to harm her, just enough to flinch and make her think he wanted to. Dark eyes held her own before his bloodied lips pressed against hers, the blood coated tongue slipping and rolling into her mouth, rolling against hers in a smooth deliberate motion. For a moment, the tension in his body eased, fingers relaxing into her hair as he allowed her to taste in much more...appealing way. "What were you thinking? Hm?" Archebold asked when he finally slipped his lips away, their faces still inches apart as he nuzzled his nose against hers. A smile flickering along his lips as his hollow eyes remained locked onto Isla's. "You were going to come here, and take control. It's been a while since someone had made me feel a twinge of fear. You know that?" His hand freed from her hair and ran along the side of her leg. "Gives off a scent doesn't it? The fear...it's intoxicating, the more I felt the harder you bit." Lips grazed against the faintly pink shade of the healer's. The next words he spoke were spoken against her lips. "Imagine the taste, the scent, the sensation when it's fresh..." Archebold whispered against her lips. "Do you want to taste it? Feel it? Pumped into your beautiful lips...I can take you. We can do this together. One night, tonight...I will open this world for you to see like never before." Again his lips grazed against her own. "So beautiful...perfection...that is exactly what you are...Perfect." Between his words he paused against grazing her lips to press gentle pecks before he laid back onto his elbows. His eyes, never blinking, never turning away. The remained on Isla and only Isla as he offered her a chance to hunt for genuine essence. Straight from the melodious sound of a beating heart. [Bunny permission granted by Honey ] archebold Death is not a defeat. It is a cure.