He kissed her throat again, covering the pulse in her throat, as two of his fingers penetrated her body, feeling the muscles and the wetness within as he stroked her. It was a simple pleasure, but erotic with the skill and dedication and passion that Thomas put into it. It was intended to give her pleasure, to make her want it, to make her beg for it. And she had! She had screamed for it and sighed for it and sank into the orgasms with utter mindlessness. And he could do it again and again until she died, because as he touched her now he was drawing her life force out of her body and into his own, satiating his Hunger.
"I won't keep you safe," he said, "I won't stop before I kill you. I won't worry about what I'm doing to you, and when your life is spent in my arms I'll dispose of your body." He said, forcing back his demon as he pulled his hands from her entirely and shut away the monster. It was an abrupt withdrawal, hard to do and frustrating. The Demon screamed its fury inside his head and his eyes gleamed silver until he blinked it away. It returned to normal, his skin grew less pale, and the air was not nearly as frigid as it had been.
"We're not friends, we're not acquaintances. I come to you when I'm Hungry."