The Lady probably enjoyed his touch more than the Lord touched her. It was clear by the expression on her face, if one could see it in the darkness. The way she contorted her facial expressions, the way she bit her bottom lip as his hands shifted from her wrists to her hips. She flinched but only because she was so sensitive from unaccustomed to being touched there. It was the same thrill she felt when he first laid his hand on the small of her back during their dance. She remembered it fondly, the closeness, the dream like feeling when he twirled her, all came rushing back to make her heart pound even harder. Something about him drove her primal instincts wild as a woman and she couldn’t hide it as he loosened his grip from her wrists, she used that opportunity to move her right hand to his shoulder. She gripped it firmly as he lapped up her blood. Surely, Vail sensed her rising temperature, her pounding heart throughout the ordeal.

Victoria sensed he liked the power that he had over her in this predator-prey relationship. As he released his fangs from her waist and used his hand to cover the wound to stop the flow of blood, she breathed a sigh of relief that the pain was over. It felt like a scratch going in and a scratch being puled out but one the fangs were in and they were still, she didn’t feel any pain. Just as if she were placed on a drip. She just felt his tongue against her soft skin. She stared up at the ceiling breathing deeply in and out, trying not to focus on the blood element of their sordid little secret. She closed her eyes then and thought back to their dance. This calmed her more than anything. She could still hear the music echo in the back of her mind. 

With a contented sigh she stayed still to let the wound heal over and clot. She didn’t need to ask if the man enjoyed his drink, she knew he did. Even though she needed to move onto business, she wished there was more pleasure mixed in. Alas, this was the only closeness they would share, every third night. Until she died. But it was better than being Spencer’s blood bag every day and bleeding her dry within a few months. The more she thought about it as she resumed staring into space, she realised, there wouldn’t be room for anyone else, what vampire would share his prey with anyone else? Even if they weren’t drinking her blood, they’d prevent her meeting with him at midnight. She’d have to keep it secret and lie to everyone. The only way out now was if he set her free of this blood pact. Which wasn’t likely since he seemed to enjoy her blood like a drug.