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There was so much light in her eyes, so much warmth and trust. How could such a pure being put her life into his bloody hands? He have killed so many like her in his younger years, without any remorse. But it was a very long time ago. Everything was different now.
Her face was still between his hands, he kissed her forehead lightly and smiled reassuringly at her. Then Regis put Selene back against him, her head found its place again on his right shoulder.
“Are you ready my dear?”
She could only gave him a nod, her heart was treacherously beating fast and loud, and she felt a lump of apprehension in her stomach.
“Try to relax and to breath, I will be careful.”
He put her hair away from her neck and with great care his right hand pushed her head slowly on the right side. She still could walk away from this if she wanted to, but she made no move to stop him and put no resistance.
She was smelling so delightful, and the noise of her heart, the warmth through her clothes was confusing, driving him away from his task. He cannot recall the last time he had felt like this, felt this soothing warmth against him, particularly not a human one, or at least not in that way. His left hand found her own and he squeezed it gently, savoring the feeling of her skin against his own.
He could not let himself carried away, particularly not now when her bloodstream was so close to his mouth.
He raised his gaze to meet Dettlaff blue eyes, who was looking at the duo from a small distance. He gave him a nod, knowing he could count on him in case something went wrong.
Selene took a deep breath to calm her nerves, trying to focus on the feeling of his soft and thin fingers on hers, his gentle grasp on the side of her head, the music around her, the guests chatting, the sudden feeling of cold and soft lips on her neck near the junction with the shoulder... oh by the gods... he was making it completely impossible for her to concentrate on something else. Goosebumps appeared on her arms and a shiver runned through her entire spine. As a reflex she tightened her hold on his hand.
He managed nonetheless to turn her attention away from his lips when his right hand began to massage her scalp, and his thumb to put a pressure where she could lose herself in his touch.
At that precise moment she felt a sharp pain where he had just bitten her. But it was just a puncture on her skin, he have made it quick and have bitten precisely where he knew he would hurt her the less. Being a surgeon is convenient for that task, knowing exactly the structure of the human body.
Now he was sucking gently on the wound, taking his time like a cat enjoying the best milk.
The pain subsided to a light numbness and she could feel his tongue soothing the skin in the process. The act was intimate, the knock of apprehension in her stomach felt more like teeny butterflies now, and another shiver ran down her whole body when she heard him groan softly against her skin.
It was affecting him, but he was not loosing control like he feared he could, although he only drank a little among of her blood and didn't tarry too long on the exquisite taste of her humanity running down his throat. That sweet and intoxicating taste, the warmth flooding in his body, he had to stop himself and get away from that nectar before he really hurt her and become drunk of it.
It was so much better than the ravens blood he had tasted back then for the Tesham Mutna episode, and even better than he remembered it. Because she gave it willingly to him, with trust, without resistance, without fear of his nature.
Her precious gift... he felt his soul lighter, as if a weigh has been lifted from his shoulders.
He managed to withdraw himself from her tempting neck, and gently whispered to her.
“Are you okay Selene? Are you in pain?”
She turned her head to look at him. His onyx like irises were wide, his mouth slightly open and his reddish fangs were showing up.
She smiled at him, giving another squeeze on his hand.
“I am fine, the pain is nearly gone already.”
A large smile grew on his face, showing even more of his incisors. The view of them made her heart fluttered and she had to look shyly away – yep she was attracted by his vampires pointy attributes – what Geralt would think of that.
Regis acknowledged it of course, judging by the increasing ark of his brows, and she smiled lightly at him in return.
They were not done yet, and when he took an empty glass from the table next to them, the apprehension came back. They had agreed of an exchange after all.
“I am under the impression that it will feel kind of awkward for you to drink directly from me, which is highly comprehensible. So let us do it in a more appropriate human like manner.”
Without taking a break he sliced his right palm open with his sharp nails, and let some blood dropped in the golden glass, which looked more like a chalice. Quite relevant for the sacred liquid inside.
He gave it to her after the wound quickly healed. A serious expression was on his face, and also a hint of worry, and she saw with a slight uncomfortable feeling that the entire room was now looking in their direction, their attention focused on them because of the smell of higher vampire blood in the air.
Can this dark red liquid kill her if she drinks it? And why was it moving slightly on its surface as if alive??
Their was no turning back now, and she didn't let herself overthinking it again, she had made her decision, Regis knew what he was doing, or at least she really hoped so.
She looked at Regis one more time, put the goblet to her lips and drank it all at once.
Fortunately there was not much in it but she still feared to become sick of it. Humans are not supposed to drink blood after all, certainly not from an other race.
But to her astonishment, the metallic taste had something spicy in it that made it bearable to drink. The very thick composition was not very pleasant though and she had the impression to feel it running down her throat as if it was a very strong and burning alcohol.
She didn't dared to comment on it or try to make a joke about the weirdness of the action, the atmosphere around them was not allowing it.
Regis put his hand on her chin and raise her head to look more closely at her.
“How are you feeling darling? You may experience some unsettling sensations, but don't be wary of them.”
“I feel okay Regis, just a little warm... or even very warm...”
It felt suddenly as if she was on fire, not from the pain, but from the powerful warmth that was taking possession of her senses. She grabbed Regis coat with both hands and breathed heavily, closing her eyes in the process. Her ears were buzzing and her heart was speeding up to an abnormal level.
Regis covered her hands with his own.
“Breath Selene and try to stay calm. It is a normal reaction to my powerful blood. Its composition differs extremely from yours, but it should not harm you if you don't fight the feelings.”
She couldn't understand the meaning of his words, some strange whispers could be heard around her, in a language she didn't knew. Was she becoming crazy??
Regis whispered comforting words to her ear, in his own foreign language and then settle his forehead against hers. She tried to focus on him, on his closeness, and to her relief the side effects subsided slowly, just the spreading warmth remained.
When she looked up, she found out that Regis had closed his eyes too and was slightly panting, lost in the moment.
“Does it affect you too? Are you in pain?”
His attention came back, her worry was amusing him.
“Not at all, please do not concern yourself for my well being, I am more than fine. I am glad to see that you have recovered your senses.”
"I have, but... what a strange sensation."
Many questions were coming to her mind, and for an unknown reason she also felt very tired, as if all her energy had been drained away from her.
The vampire settled her down tightly against him, his arms around her.
“Don't fight the sleepiness my dear, you need to rest after that, you are safe with me.”
Falling asleep against him in the middle of that revel was a little weird, but Selene was feeling extremely good in his embrace and couldn't resist long before the darkness took her.