Trent knew at that exact moment that he’d won their little game and he had her right where he wanted her. Little did Pheme know that Trent had a habit of playing with his food, and when it came to situations exactly like this, he was going to draw it out and take what he wanted, more than just blood and sex; he wanted her complete surrender.
Pausing from feeding for a moment, he pulled her closer possessively before resuming, slipping a hand beneath her skirt and the lacey fabric of her panties, wanting to know what other noises he could have her making.
The firmness of his touch was enough to make her shiver as she adjusted in his lap, making it easier for him to get at her throat. She could feel the hot trickle of blood staining her pale her skin, the viscous liquid shimmering in the light.
Her fingers curled around his wrist but not to stop him. She just needed something to grasp as she jerked at his touch. Had he not bitten her, she would have probably left already but the girl was a sucker for a little pain.

