Chapitre 247: Fighting two battles

"I have changed my mind," Azrael announces hungrily, letting his wet lips drag across the skin of my neck with a boldness only he would have. In a matter of seconds, Azrael's hands have gone from placid touching, to greedy feeling, groping, and all manner of actions that are suggestive of a vampires hunger. In fact, he seems hardly in conrtol of any of it, as though his hunger is the leash on which he is dragged around the world.

It seems like such a sullen existence. 

"Alright," I murmur softly, pushing aside my hair further with the added eagerness that I have seen with all his victimns. He gives a low murmur of approval. Whatever it is that I am doing, it appears I am doing it well.