Mira by Leighann Phoenix

right now,” he said gently.   He reached up and stroked her cheek.   “In truth, I’m no better than your teachers.   I gave you a foul impression of me.”   He leaned down and lifted a handful of hair to his face.   “I’m sorry.   It doesn’t have to be like that.   I’ve rarely done this Mira, but I’ll give you a choice.”
                Mira’s brow had furrowed, and she appeared confused, her eyes still squeezed shut.  
                “Look at me.   I haven’t changed.”
                She opened her eyes and found that he was only inches from her.   Rillan’s dark blue eyes bored into hers.   Mira almost forgot that she was naked until his gaze shifted.   She blushed a deep red that only worsened as he smiled.   “What,” she asked, as she cleared her throat, desperately wanting something to cool her heated embarrassment.
                Rillan’s eyes met hers again, and he reached up to cup one breast in a cold calloused hand.   Mira shivered as his frozen digits closed around her soft mound and gently squeezed.   He circled her nipple with his thumb and licked his lips, anticipating the feel of the firm nub in his mouth.  
                “In the past,” he said, and his eyes dropped to the breast he was fondling, “most of the girls who have come here have wanted as little contact with me as possible.   So I waited as long as I could, before I went to them.   You, however, seem to be capable of dealing with me better than the others have been.   So I give you the choice.   I need the same amount of blood no matter when I take it.   I can either come to you and drain you near death once and a while, or I can come to you and take small amounts more often.   You wouldn’t feel the kind of pain and sickness as you did before, but you would have to lie with me more frequently.”   As he finished the suggestion, his eyes nervously returned to hers.   He had never wanted to read anyone’s thoughts before.   She was so strange to him.  
                “I don’t understand why anyone would choose pain and sickness, over time with you.”   Mira felt his thumb and finger pinch her nipple.   This time her racing heartbeat had nothing to do with fear.   Mira momentarily lost track of what she had intended to say.   “Uh,” she looked into his dark blue eyes. “How often would you need to…” Mira’s voice trailed off as his other chilled hand began to slide along her hip.   He stepped closer, bringing his mouth so near hers that she could feel his breath on her lips.
                Rillan smiled as a little whimper involuntarily escaped her mouth.   He neglected to tell her that he had been too annoyed with most of the other girls to bother with little pleasantries like this.   They were all so frightened of him that it made him feel as though he was raping them.   With the others, more often than not, he took their blood and left their bodies alone.   He couldn’t help himself with Mira though.   He almost felt alive when his touch was able to cause her such obvious pleasure.
                Rillan nudged her nose with his own, repositioning her face so that he could kiss her, but he only teased her with his lips, coming close and not quite touching her.   To his delight, Mira’s hands snaked up into his hair, stopping his game and bringing his lips to hers.   She felt the strange cold of his skin as her lips pressed against his.   Heat flooded into his body from hers.   Rillan pressed his tongue along her lips, and she parted them, allowing him to taste her mouth.
                He rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger, and a soft moan bled into his mouth, stopping the kiss.   Rillan lifted his head and looked down into her eyes, answering her nearly forgotten question.   “The more often I feed the less I need to take and the less sick you will feel from the