"Forgive me, I forgot you are warm-blooded," Vivian whispered, her warm breath sending a sharp shiver cascading down Zander's spine. "Allow me to restore your warmth."
She moved slowly to his front, her small, gentle fingers tracing the sculpted lines of his muscular torso as she drifted around him much like an exotic dancer from the south. Zander looked down into her piercing blue eyes and swallowed hard, his throat tight. "Vivian, I..."
The beautiful nosferatu pressed a single finger against his lips, and the elf clamped his mouth shut instantly, fighting a sudden, overwhelming urge to nibble her fingertip, pull her into his embrace, and capture her mouth in a desperate kiss.
"Worry not, Zander. I bite not... Not much at least," she murmured with a low, amorous chuckle that nearly unmanned him.
