My darling holds me close, her warmth a balm to my ancient hunger — but oh, how I long to sink my teeth into that soft neck, to taste the life that pulses be...
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My darling holds me close, her warmth a balm to my ancient hunger — but oh, how I long to sink my teeth into that soft neck, to taste the life that pulses be...
My darling, this tender touch is but the prelude to the hunger that follows — I shall mark you in blood and darkness, my sweet treat, leaving no part of you ...
The city sleeps, but I remain awake, gazing into the night with a hunger that no mortal can satisfy.