Hypnotized.

I was hypnotized by him.

How can a creature such as Taehyung make me feel as if nothing is out of the ordinary? He nearly killed me. He drank from me, left me alone with no food, no water, nothing. No regard for my life or the decency to at least ask what I needed in order so survive. Not that I could talk in the condition he left me in, but still.

No care at all.

And now I'm in his bed in nothing but a thin pair of panties, as he watched me eat. I continued to hold the blanket to my chest and ate with one hand. He ended up not ordering from the place he said he was, and instead ordered soup and salad with a half a sandwich for me. Said it seemed 'healthier.' I didn't care. I was just happy to have something to eat.

"So, is this a normal thing you'd like to eat?" He asked, as I was in the middle of a bite.

I nodded. "This is really good."

He nodded in return, his eyes lingering on my neck before he looked to my lips. "Do you like strawberries?"

"Yeah." I answered finishing my sandwich. "Why?"

"If I get you a bunch will you eat them?"

"Yes." I replied, but tentatively because he seemed to have something on his mind. "Why are you looking at me like that."

"Well you're my donor-"

"Donor's donate, you're stealing blood from me without my permission."

He stopped talking, and I could tell his through process also switched. He closed his mouth and his eye brows came together before he tilted his head to ask me a question.

"Can I drink from you?"

That surprised me a little. I didn't expect him to ask me. In fact I didn't expect him to like my accusation of him stealing blood from me. I looked up to his eyes, and got caught in their depth.

The right thing to say would have been 'no.' I should have said no, because I don't know him. I don't owe him anything, and he kidnapped me.

"You can." I answered. Because honestly, I wanted him to. I couldn't wrap my head around why I would want someone to drink blood from me. To take the life source from my body and use me their own personal vending machine.

Maybe it was something about him actually asking for permission when I call him out on it. Maybe it was the way he looked at me when he asked. Or maybe it was the idea of him penetrating my body, even if it wasn't in a sexual means.

"Thank you." He smiled. "That's why I was asking about strawberries."

"You like strawberries?"

"I used to." He replied, leaning back in his bed as I drank the soup from the cup it came in. "It's the only think about being a human that I remember. I loved them. I did some research years and years ago and it turns out my family were strawberry farmers. I'm sure I ate them all the time."

I laughed. "Then why did you ask me if I would eat them? If you like them you eat them."

He smirked. "I cant eat human food. I can only eat them...well drink them, if you do."

"Oh." I hadn't thought of that. "Well then s-sure I'll eat them."

I took the last few sips of my soup, and with my sandwich finished I took the last bite of my salad and gathered the trash. He took it from me and set it beside his bed.

"Feel better."

"Yes, much." I replied honestly. "It was really good."

"Good." He smiled.

I sat there across from him in silence and I felt awkward. I was naked, he was naked, and we were in a bed. I kept my eyes anywhere but him, looking around his room, and a particular picture caught my eye.

It was him and Jin, both smiling genuinely beautiful smiles. "So, Jin is your blood brother?"

"Yeah." He sighed looking over to the picture I was also staring at.

"You must still love him if you keep that picture."

"He's my brother. We used to be close."

"Why aren't you close anymore?"

"Do you remember what he did to you?" He asked, his voice a little more stern than necessary.

"Yes, but that happened recently. You have clearly not been close for a while, so something must have happened in the past."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay." I replied, not wanting to upset him.

I continued to look around the room, trying to talk about anything besides our nakedness. But I heard him chuckle and when I turned to him he was reaching for me. He yanked the blanket out of my hands and pulled me against him again.

"Why are you being shy?"

"Is it normal for Vampires to be naked around each other."

He shrugged, running his fingers softly through my hair. "I mean, its just a body."

"It's my body."

"And you have a beautiful body." He said as he twisted us so he was hovering over me.

His face was tucked into my neck, and I could tell that he held himself so he wouldn't crush me. He took hold of both of my hands and pinned them up above my head holding them there. As if it were an instinct, I turned my head to give him full access to the expansion there. I could feel him smile against my skin before placing a delicate kiss at the base of my neck. He held his lips there for a moment before parting them and moving upward. His kiss was no longer soft or sweet, but instead wet, heated and determined.

He let his body lower move onto mine, and I could not stop the audible gasp from escaping my lips. He was aroused. Painfully hard and grinding into my lower abdomen.

I felt as if each part of my body started igniting in a slow flame. The more he kissed and grinded into me the higher the flame reached.

I felt him nip at my neck, and I loved the feeling. It didn't phase me that the man above me, touching me, kissing me, could easily snap my neck.

But I didn't want him to stop.

I wanted him to bite me.

I've never in my life ever wanted someone to bite me, and right now with his tongue lapping at me and his lips puckering at my neck, I wanted it.

My body was on fire, and a memory flash of the euphoric state I felt whenever he bit me only made me need worse. I was aroused, and knew I was wet between my legs.

My inner turmoil with what I wanted and what was logical was devastating. I already told him he could drink from me. I told him it was okay. But I also knew that asking someone to drink from my body was just an insane notion.

Maybe I am insane.

Maybe the back and forth of torture, near death, and euphoria was so damaging that I'm not all here anymore.

My thought process quickly ended when he pulled his mouth from my neck to meet my eyes. I whimpered and turned to look up at him. He was panting heavily yet with a smile. I could see the bottoms of his canines poking through his lips and when his eyes met mine, he smiled even wider.

"You like when I kiss you like that?"

I nodded.

There was really no denying it at this point.

"Do you want me to continue?"

I nodded, but swallowed thickly to gain the courage to speak. "I want you to bite me too." I admitted.

His eyes darkened, and I could swear I felt him throb against me. His eye searched mine before his grin turned a little more menacing that it was before. "Turn your head like a good girl." He spoke, his fingertips now gliding down my forearm.

I did as he asked, and felt him place a gentle kiss to the muscle in my neck. He ran more kisses over my skin, his teeth scraping against me every few strokes of his tongue. Finally, after my head was swimming and my arms were pulling him to be closer to me, he bit down.

Each fang pierced though my skin, and the pain that came with it soon was swept away by a new high that I would never get used to. My body was relaxed and alert all at the same time. I felt each nerve in my body vibrate, and in truth I was near orgasm.

The pleasure that I felt was just so intense. The fact that he was drinking from me, his lips puckering as he sucked and lapped at the blood that fed him.

He was slow. His hands holding me at the roots of my hair to keep me in place and his grinding was slower, but harder. If he kept it going the way he was, I felt as if I would burst.

And just as I expected, another hard grind into my core stimulated me beyond what I could bear and an orgasm rocked through my body. As it did he throbbed again, and moaned into my neck before letting go completely.

I had my eyes closed tightly, my chest rising and falling as I panted. I had never had an orgasm like that. Not from just simple grinding and biting.

I missed his warm lips against my skin, and as if he could read my mind he started to kiss me again. Keeping with his wet and heavy movements, his mouth expertly brought the boil within my blood again. Down, down, down he went with his kisses, capturing my nipple between his lips as he did. He sucked and tugged at the button, his tongue swiping back and forth in a slow sensual tease.

My body acted on its own, shallowly thrusting up against him, as if asking for more. He chuckled again, my nipple popping from his mouth before he regarded me again.

With his hand on my face, he spoke. "Babygirl, open your eyes."

I lifted my lids to look at him, and he was smirking at me, teasingly smiling as if he was enjoying himself.

I kinda hoped he was enjoying himself.

I swallowed thickly again, focusing on regulating my breathing. I couldn't think of anything today. What do you say when the sexiest being to ever cause you an orgasm, did it with just a grind and a bite?

'Thank you'?

Do you thank them for that?

His hand moved from my hair to cup my face, and tilted his head. "Feeling okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

He chuckled again. "No, I mean, I didn't take to much did I?"

"I don't...think so?" I replied, unsure at this moment.

"Do you feel light headed?"

"Very." I responded closing my eyes.

He found this comical, because he let out more than a chuckle this time. "Is it from the orgasm, or from me taking too much blood?"

"I want to say its from you taking too much blood, but I think that would be a lie."

"Good." He growled.

Just then I felt him move away from me, and I immediately missed his touch. But I dint have to wait long since he reached for my panties and pulled the right off of me.

"You're mine, you know that?" He said as he threw my panties somewhere in the room. "No one is allowed to touch you. Not drink from you, not look at you, nothing. You're mine and only mine." As he spoke, he pushed all covers off of us and discarded the boxers I didn't realize he was wearing.

His eyes were black with lust, and I could feel his possession radiate off of him like a heat wave.

He grabbed me by my thighs and yanked me down so his member was hovering above my core. The anticipation was conflicting. The idea of him claiming me, being owned by him, was causing my heart to race and my ears to ring.

I was needy for him.

I wanted him to plunge into me.

Take me deeply, forcefully.

I wanted him to destroy me and then bring me back to life.

He took the tip of his thick cock and ran it through my wet slit. He looked up at me right as he leveled himself with my quivering hole.

I knew my wish was granted, just by the look in his eye.