She resisted the urge to squirm under that gaze. In another situation, it might have been flattering, but this? This as just downright degrading. She couldn't stop the slight shudder when he hitched her skirt up just slightly. And it wasn't in positive anticipation.
She didn't say another word as she followed him to the chair and sat down, positioned in far too intimate a way for any friend to witness. God, Elijah would kill them both if he found out about this. She just hoped she could keep it from him. From everyone. She had to, she had no other choice.
And then it was all fangs and pain. One, two, three... Katherine gasped at the feeling, back arching slightly against the pan and she bit her lip to keep from screaming despite the fact they were alone in the house. Four, five six... She didn't know what to think. How had it come to this? He had told her to never allow anything like this to happen and here she was, doing the xact opposite. But it was just a little, enough to shut the monster up and God, he hoped this worked because if it didn't, she wasn't sure how to handle the guilt that would follow. Seven, eight, nine... "Ten," she muttered, pushing on his shoulder slightly, "Stop."