The first rays of sunlight peeked through the window, revealing the two sleeping forms. Tyrus awoke the moment he felt the slightest heat on his skin. Immediately, the night's events came rushing back to him.
He looked at the woman lying across from him. Her face looked so peaceful, he felt sorry that he had to wake her. It was time to erase her memory and leave her behind. He had not even intended to fall asleep here, but he had wanted to hold on to the night for just a bit longer.
She shifted in her sleep, her bare chest turning towards him. The golden morning light fell across the curves of her body, from her perky, full breasts, to the dip of her waist, and that delectable ass. He drank in the view, taking his time to admire every inch of her.
He fought the urge to take her there and then. Impulse control had never been a vampire's strong suit. He wanted so badly to feel his cock inside her once again, to feel her wrapped around him, writhing in ecstasy.
He lay there for a moment, listening to the calm rhythm of her heart beating as she slept. He remembered the taste of her blood. It was like the most exquisite liqueur, the smoothest honey. He had never tasted anything like it.
She moved once again, but this time, she was stirring. She blinked, her eyes blurry from sleep. When her eyes fell on him they snapped open with a sudden clarity.
He effortlessly held her still with his mind. He willed her vocal cords not to move so that she could not scream. He smelt her fear, as he had last night. He felt sorry that he had caused it. The thought crossed his mind that he could still take her, but the moment passed as he felt her mind struggle against his.
He prepared himself to wipe her memory of last night away. He did not want to do this, but he had to. No human could know that he existed. It was the law of the supernatural world. He got up, facing her, but kept her in place.
A minute passed, and then two.