Kersen

Angelique gasped at first, more from the anticipation than the physical feeling. It was a sharp prick at first, no more painful than a finger stick at the doctor's, followed by a strange warming sensation that left her feeling a little dizzy. Each breath caught on her lips, as the gentleness of Kersen's lips against her throat contrasted with the twin hot needle-points in her skin. Angelique never tried to pull away, but neither could she fully surrender. The feeling was too new, too bright and heated and deliciously dangerous.