“Amelia, Amelia, I need you so much. I’m so hungry, so, so hungry.”

She felt Amelia sit up and stroke her head. “Then come and take me, Byron. I’m all yours. I’ll be yours as long as you want me.”

If only it was so easy.

She ran her tongue along the pulse point, and then dragged her teeth, allowing herself to imagine what it would be like to sink them into her fleshy thigh.

Byron wanted to weep, for the temptation was so strong. It would be so easy to feed, just a little, and compel Amelia to forget.

So easy.

The dark part of her soul, a part she always fought hard to keep control of, egged her on. Take her blood. You won’t harm her, and she’ll never know. Do it.

“No!” Byron shouted out loud.

“Byron? Are you okay?” Amelia asked with concern in her voice.

She wasn’t okay, and worried if she would be able to control herself forever. She could only think of one way to control her craving, and that was to lose herself in sex, but Amelia would see her face and realize there was something she was hiding.

She tried to take some calming breaths, but they didn’t help the way they usually did.

“I need to fuck you, and make us come. Turn over onto your stomach.”

Amelia gave her a breathy yes.

Luckily that was one of Amelia’s favourite positions, so it worked out perfectly. As soon as Amelia was lying on her stomach, Byron stood.

Amelia placed her wrists behind her back and said, “Byron, please?”

Byron couldn’t help but smile. Amelia loved to be restrained, and it suited Byron completely. “You are very naughty.”

“Yes, Byron, I am. That’s why I need you.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” Byron started to undo her tie, and then wrapped it around Amelia’s wrists. Amelia gasped when she pulled it tight. “I’ve got you now, Miss Honey.”

“Yes, I need you inside me.”

It was working. Byron’s need to be inside her lover and make them both come was distracting her slightly from her need for blood.

Byron pushed Amelia’s dress up around her hips, and unclasped her belt and trousers quickly. She pulled her strap-on from her tight designer jockey shorts and rested it against Amelia’s sex. Amelia opened her legs further in response, and Byron saw the wetness that awaited her.

“Byron…” Amelia moaned.

She pushed the head inside her lover, and teased her with just a few gentle strokes.

“More, I want to feel you,” Amelia said.

“Oh, you think you deserve that?” Byron was desperate to thrust inside Amelia, but tried to keep a semblance of control, knowing how much Amelia liked it.

“I don’t deserve it, but you do, Principe.”

Byron immediately stopped. “Where did you hear that?”

“That’s what those under your command call you, isn’t it? I heard your guards saying it.”

Byron ran her hands down the small of her back and grasped her buttocks. “Yes, it is.”