บท 103: Savouring the drops- Part 3

Madeline looked flustered. Not because Calhoun had taken blood from her, but he had used his coarse tongue on her skin and then on his thumb, deliberately trying to entice her with a seductive look on his face. 

The room they were in had the curtains draped over the windows, leaving only a few that cracked open to view the world that was outside. The candles were burning in the chandelier that was pulled up towards the ceiling and the fireplace where they sat let out a glow, the flames moving and crackling in the silent room. 

"You are not a meal, Madeline," stated Calhoun, "You are that dessert one looks forward to eating even before the first and second course of the meal is served. And I would like to be the only person who has the privilege to do it. Be careful in the castle," he warned to gain her attention as he leaned his back against the cushions of the couch they were sitting on.