Vampire Gwen in that gala dress
Piercing gaze, blue eyes hypnotic as she pins you to the wall and slowly leans in. She's eyeing you like you're a piece of meat and she can't decide where to dig in first. Your wrist? Your neck? Maybe those pretty little hips. But she is in a hurry and she doesn't want to get her dress all messy.
She lets her gaze drift down to your neck. Her preferred spot, but definitely messy. She leans in anyway, pressing her lips to your collarbone, feeling your pulse thrum under her lips. And then she drifts off to the side. Her free hand comes up to slide along your wrist. Her fingers feel delicate but you know the strength behind them. She could shatter your bones like glass. But all she does is bring your wrist up to her lips and biteYou gasp, the noise of pain caught in your throat as it wars with ecstasy. The bite is sharp and tingles and zips electric all at once. It's overstimmulating, and the best thing you've ever felt. The hand on your throat is more of an anchor than a brace for both of you. She sucks, and each pull of blood from your body makes your heart shake violently. Your head thumps back against the wall, your eyes fluttering shut even though all you want to do is watch.
When she's just sated enough she pulls away. For a moment you want to whine as her teeth leave your flesh. You open your eyes to the beautiful sight of your blood coating her lips and teeth. She gasps like she just took a big swig of water on a hot day, the corners of her perfect lips pulled up into a smile. Her tongue drags along the bite - gathering any stray drops and sealing the wound all at once. She stands elegantly, hand trailing from your throat to your side, resting on your hip. Her thumb comes up to wipe at a line of blood and carry it into her mouth. As she sucks it clean she glances at you with a warmth that was hard to see before. "I expect to find you at my chambers when the night is done."
What can you do but nod.