Antons teeth were sharp. That much my mind could process.
When his canines had just barely scratched my skin, I thought the bite wouldn’t sting so much.
Then, with raw power, his teeth dug into me. They weren’t all the way in, but it felt like hell.
My knees grew weak, and I fell to the forest floor. Anton fell with me and our bodies were coiled together tightly.
Once we had settled on the forest floor, Anton bit harshly into my skin. He sunk his canines as deep as they could go, eliciting a scream-like moan from me. A twisted instinct must have made him believe that was a sign of approval, because he clenched his teeth as tight as he could and tried to dig deeper into my shoulder.
Another scream from me.
Endorphins rushed my body, turning the pain into euphoria.
It was the worst feeling, but one nobody would want to end. It was like a guilty pleasureone that I had been forced into.