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James didn’t even know he was with a vampire, kissing one and letting Jamar close to his neck, to his blood. He never met a vampire before and he didn’t know how to spot one except for the fangs which were hidden. He turned his head a little to give a better access to his neck, thinking of a hickey or more kisses down there. “You better not leave a big hickey.” he warned him, his hands going in the other’s hair, caressing them.
It was like the strongest smell you could imagine, he so badly wanted to taste it. He could almost taste it on his tongue, the Vampire Prince presses his waist against hiss, body to body, fangs slowly beginning to poke through. Damn King Robert and his treaty, you couldn’t just sink your teeth into people anymore, so Jamar was convinced he was starving himself at this rate. “I shall leave more than that.” Jamar whispers in a deep tone, it felt like permission enough. So he smirks, fangs pointed and sharp, he doesn’t wait a second more before sinking his teeth into James’ neck.
















