Byron’s eyes went wide as Amelia pulled off her nightdress, leaving her naked, apart from her underwear. “Don’t, Amelia, I can’t control…”

Amelia crawled forward, and Byron followed her up onto her knees, so they were face-to-face. She took Byron’s shaking hands and placed them on her hips.

Byron groaned and Amelia felt an intense tug in her blood, in her heart, and in her sex towards Byron. She held Byron’s face in her hands.

Byron said again, “I’ll hurt you—I’m a monster.”

“You won’t hurt me. I’m your Principessa,” Amelia said with complete assurance. She kissed Byron slowly with as much love as she could. “I love you, Byron. Finish what you started that last night in Monte Carlo.”

Amelia presented her neck to Byron, and Byron squeezed her buttocks, pulling their pelvises together. She ran her lips over Amelia’s neck making her shiver.

“Amelia, I shouldn’t.”

“You should. I love you, Byron. I consent. Take my blood.”

Amelia heard Byron give an audible intake of breath. “I’m so hungry, mia cara.”

She ran her fingers up the back of Byron’s short hair, and pushed her head into her neck. “Feed.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than she felt a sharp pain in her burning bite mark. She gasped and dug her long nails into the back of Byron’s head. The pain soon gave way to a sense of light-headed exhilaration. Her muscles relaxed, but her need for Byron intensified exponentially.

She clawed at Byron’s neck and back as her body demanded she get closer to her. It was as if Byron’s blood was burning hot inside her veins. It was a sexual experience, but more than that, it was more intimate than any sex could ever be. They were in each other’s blood, sharing their very life force.

But it was oh-so physical. There was unimaginable need, hunger, passion, and satisfaction that she was giving her lover what she needed. Amelia’s skin was alive with sensitivity, as if Byron’s lips caressed every inch of her skin at once, and each time Byron sucked at her neck, she experienced the sensation of her lover sucking at her clit. The intensity caused Amelia to scratch her nails down the back of Byron’s neck and back.

“Byron,” she gasped, “touch me.”

Byron reacted by sucking on her neck harder.

Amelia thought she might pass out, or her heart might burst, if she didn’t get Byron to touch her soon. The walls of her sex were clenching and unclenching on the emptiness inside. Her body was demanding to be touched and filled.

Byron was lost to her blood, so Amelia took the initiative.