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you. I won’t do it again—I’ll be more careful.”
    Carrie quivered beneath his touch.
    “I think,” Brendan said tentatively after a few moments, “there’s something I could do to help with the discomfort.”
    “What?” she asked, curious.
    In answer, he lowered his head, and the softness of his mouth pressed against her right buttock. No sooner had his lips touched her flesh than it began to tingle, becoming pleasantly warm. A strange sensation followed, ofblood flowing beneath her skin, as if new life had been breathed into the congealed bruises. She lay still, even when two tiny pinpricks pierced her flesh. An intense, steady suction lasted for a minute, then he stopped. He repeated the process on her left buttock.
    “How does that feel?” he asked when he’d finished.
    Carrie reached back and pressed a hand against her rear end. It didn’t hurt. She sat up—something that had caused little twinges of pain throughout the day—and still no discomfort, save for slight stinging sensations where the tips of Brendan’s teeth had pricked her skin. “It’s fine,” she said with surprise.
    Brendan smiled with red-tinged lips. “I drew out the blood that had gathered beneath your skin,” he said. “The bruises are gone. There are small puncture wounds, of course, but I think those will heal more quickly than the bruises would have.” He eyed her body as he spoke, his gaze resting on her breasts, which now peeked out from beneath the disturbed hem of her garment.
    He cradled Carrie in his arm and bent to press his lips to her breast, brushing the lower swell he’d bared. His mouth moved delicately against her skin, as if it belonged to a being that had wings, not fangs. Her nipple stood pointed and waiting as he brushed the skin beside it, as if anticipating its turn to be sucked. He moved on to the other breast without touching it, and she sighed. After a few more moments of his tender teasing, she tensed as his breath streamed around her nipple and watched as he descended on it slowly with an open mouth.
    His lips were warm, a pleasant after-effect of being pressed so long against her flesh. Carrie moaned as he covered her pink, hardened skin with his mouth, drawing it in as smoothly as he had drained her bruises. He used a force that grew steadily more intense, until the tips of his fangs broke the rounded surface of her breast and began to sink into the tissue on either side of her areola. She gasped and squirmed beneath him, but doing so only tugged uncomfortably against the anchors that his fangs had become in her flesh. He tightened his cradling grasp around her body and pressed a hand forcefully against the centre of her back, forcing it to arch. Her breast bulged in his mouth, and he drew upon it hungrily. Her nipple lay on his tongue, but the liquid he drank came from the puncture wounds he’d made on either side of it.
    “Brendan,” she gasped. He sucked harder, and her blood surged through her breast into his mouth. “Brendan! You’re hurting me!” she panted.
    The suction between his mouth and her skin broke with a small sound. Her nipple sat atop her pale breast like a cherry on top of a sundae, coloured by her own blood. Brendan stared down at it, his eyes wild, his mouth red. Rivulets like scarlet ribbons began to stream down each sloping side of her breast, and he bent to wipe them away with his tongue. Carrie braced herself for the sharp prick of his fangs, but he only mouthed the original wounds, licking them dry.
    “I’m sorry,” he finally said, tearing himself away with obvious difficulty and collapsing onto the bed beside her. He pounded a pillow with his fist. “I’m sorry! I couldn’t stop myself!”
    Carrie stared down at her bloodied breast. Several drops had stained the snowy fabric of her wedding night attire. “It’s okay,” she said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
    He shook his head. “I thought a year would be long enough. I thought I’d be able to control