Norton Abyss lowered his head; his face was only three or four centimeters from hers, his burning breath brushing over her face, making her catch her breath and not dare make another sound.
The man's gaze fell on her lips. Fiona Schmidt understood what he wanted and bit down hard on her lip again; blood surged out.
And he, just as she'd expected, instantly lowered his head, thin lips pressing against hers.
Fiona Schmidt didn't move, an indescribable feeling in her heart. In this moment she felt a little sad, very discouraged. Norton Abyss, has all he ever needed just been her blood, nothing more than that?…
She closed her eyes and let the man feed on her blood, her heart gradually turning cold and desolate.
Fiona Schmidt's brain felt a bit hazy, her mood plunging to rock bottom. She didn't know how long had passed; the taste of blood was already gone from her mouth, yet the man still hadn't released her.
