“I want to be chased.” Her words were still in a rush, and she looked excited. “Do you want to chase me? I want to be chased.” “I can chase you,” he agreed, his chuckle growing darker and lower. The idea of chasing her, chasing after her, it called to him. Called to his vampiric nature. “Do you want me to bite you when I catch you? Or more... you should know, I will bite you when I catch you.” “I want you to undress me when you catch me,” she begged, then grinned at him. “I want you to undress me, and then chase me, and bite me. Over and over again, until we’re both naked.”
