Haunted Wood I'm dressing so ironic

"Because," she murmured quietly, working up to her ear with such delicateness. So careful not to put a fang wrong. If she didn't it might be the end of every chance she could have.
"You're delicious."
Her tongue gently swept under her ear, right in that sweet, sensitive, spot.

"And you drive me crazy." She didn't know how else to put it. So often she found herself coming back to Serem and just thinking how good she'd feel under her. What she'd taste like and now she was so close...But she'd hurt her...fuck it. Vanity didn't care.