🔵 My muse begins nibbling your muse’s neck
She knows what it does to him. The way it makes his pulse jump and the way he can’t seem to think of anything else other then pressing her up against the nearest surface and making her regret ever teasing him. Tonight is no exception. He can practically feel the blood pulsing through her veins as she slides up behind him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt to tug him even closer. A growl rumbles low in his throat and he tilts his head to give her more access, eyes falling shut as she traces a line up to the curve of his ear. But before he can turn in her arms and reestablish control, the sound of whimpering at their feet pulls him out of his trance. His eyes darken as they drift to the ground, watching as the girl they’d just been feeding on stares up at them with big tears in her eyes. She’s too weak to try and crawl away and as their eyes meet she begins to beg again. Beg for them to let her go or to make it quick, he’s not quite sure. Stefan has no intention of doing either. Instead he pulls Caroline’s hand to his lips, raising his brows at the young girl as he slowly begins to suck the blood from her fingers. “So, should we kill her before….or after?”
// @carolinesnotbrokenjustbent
