Strangely, she found this experience to be quite intoxicating-it made her feel desired. Then, all of a sudden, Sebastian stopped, and she became confused. "Why did you stop?" Jade asked in a low, weak voice.
"Because I don't want to kill you, my pet," and then, changing the subject, he asked, "Would you care for a taste of my blood?"
An awkward silence followed.
"Pardon?" Jade asked, feeling light-headed.
As Sebastian walked in front of her, he repeated his question. She just stood there, not knowing what to say. The very thought of drinking blood made her sick to her stomach-however, she didn't want to appear close-minded. "My teeth aren't sharp like yours," she answered, eyeing his bloody fangs.
He laughed and said, "Don't fret, my pet."
Jade fell silent as Sebastian brought his wrist to his mouth. With a queasy stomach, she watched him bite into his own flesh. She was horrified and fascinated at the same time. It was a sight she knew she'd never forget, and strangely, she didn't mind one bit. Placing his bloodied wrist to her mouth, he says, "Now taste." With some reluctance, Jade began sucking his blood, and within seconds, she felt a surge of energy course through her body.
Never in a million years did Jade envision herself sucking the blood of a vampire- it was certainly bizarre to say the least. Nevertheless, she found herself wanting more of him. . .more of his powerful blood.
"I think you've had enough to drink, my pet," said Sebastian, removing his wrist from her mouth.
"I beg to differ."
"How do you feel?" he asked, ignoring her response.
Aroused, Jade pressed her bare body against him; wanting him to feel her small erect nipples. "Rejuvenated," she answered, gazing into his eyes. Almost reflexively, he cupped her bottom with both hands, squeezing firmly. She moaned loudly.
"Good answer," he breathed.
Before she could say another word, he began kissing her passionately.