"Just do it, you need to." Kellin said, and for some reason I trusted him. He inched as close as he could to me and then put his wrist to my mouth. I looked at him as he nodded, encouraging me to bite him. I opened my mouth, and then closed it, closing my eyes and wishing this was all a dream. "Do it Bridget." He encouraged.

I bit his wrist, and within half  a second I tasted blood, but instead of the normal metallic taste, it was kind of sweet. As his blood pulsed through me I sucked harder, the pleasure forcing a moan to emit from my vocal chords. Kellin shuddered and grabbed me, pulling me on top of him. I could feel his breathing become heavier and his heartbeat increase. He moaned also, and grabbed my hip with his free hand.

Soon I had enough, he pulled from me, and I unclenched my jaw from his wrist. I looked at him and jumped to the other side of the bed trying not to cry. I couldn't believe what I had just done, I felt like a monster.

He licked the bite mark, and I could see the evidence slowly fading from his wrist. My heartbeat began to slow, and I began to calm down. He reached towards me, and I moved to the opposite side, falling off the bed. I didn't actually fall, I started to, but then caught myself, landing in a crouch on the floor. My eyes staying connected to his. "Go away." I mumbled, my voice squeaking on the last word.

He looked sad and then sighed, disappearing before I could even move out of his way. There on the floor, in a unfamiliar home, I wept. Not because I had bit him, but because I liked it, and wanted more.

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