Delicacy

Rose's instincts quickly kicked in and she jerked Ryan's face away, looking at the doors anxiously. She didn't mind kissing with Ryan anymore, but she was not ready to be seen by others in such a state.

"One moment!" Rose called out to buy time, expecting it to be the waiter and pulled away from Ryan, wanting to adopt a proper sitting position. Too bad, there was one detail she forgot about.

Ryan.

Seeing her get away, he shamelessly grasped onto her thighs and dragged her legs back onto his own, holding onto them firmly so she doesn't escape anymore. He seemed offended that she wanted to leave him, showing a pouting expression.

It was the first time she saw him like this, displaying a different emotion other than desire which distracted her for a moment.

Could it be that he is slowly getting better?

For Rose, it was a good sign that something was changing in him. It meant there was a cure, but they just didn't find it yet.

"The waiter is waiting. We need to stop for a moment," Rose informed with a smile, rubbing the top of his hands that fiercely protected her legs as if they were his most prideful possession.

To Rose's surprise, Ryan shook his head, showing an unhappy expression and stroked her gently with his thumbs, pleading, "Kiss me…"

Although he improved, his desires were still in control. His eyes shone brightly as he stared at her with hope, patiently awaiting her decision. He wasn't aggressive with his approach anymore, learning how to adapt to the situation and how to ask.

She suddenly thought that teaching him how to talk during his urges could be a mistake, but she threw that idea away immediately. She could see the end of this, and it wasn't far. She only had to experiment some more, and Ryan will be able to fully control himself.

He made her feel guilty with how he looked at her, so she accepted his deal and leaned over, nibbling on his top lip.

"I'm so shameless…" Rose thought in the middle of the kiss and pulled away. He clearly wanted more as he followed her but with his hands locked, he couldn't stop her.

"This should be enough. No more," Rose ordered firmly and thankfully, Ryan didn't fight back anymore.

His eyes regained their kind expression and he returned to normal. He smiled happily and concluded, "I think I should ask for seconds more often."

Cough!

Rose cleared her throat to hide her embarrassment and changed the topic, patting his hands, "Let go, we can't anymore."

He looked down but instead of listening, he tried to coax her with a thigh massage and asked playfully, "You don't like it?"

She couldn't help but flush when his fingers disappeared under her skirt. She impulsively shut her thighs and stopped his hands in place. Before she could scold him, he backed off.

"I know, I'm sorry. I was just teasing you," Ryan apologized with a gentle smile. With how genuine he looked; Rose didn't feel like bashing on him anymore.

"It's not that I don't like it… This is just not the right place and the right time," Rose explained softly as she looked at the door. "The waiter is waiting outside."

Ryan followed her gaze and called out without a warning, "Please, come in!"

"Wait…" Rose panicked; their legs still tangled together.

She wanted to take them away, but Ryan assured her, "Don't worry, he can't see under the table."

Rose didn't know what to think about it, but Ryan already locked her legs and wrapped their hands as well, deciding for her. It was less embarrassing than exploring the inner part of her thighs, so she complied in the end.

They waited for the waiter to come in, but five seconds passed, and the doors didn't move an inch.

"Come in, it's open," Ryan repeated but the situation repeated, making them confused.

"Maybe the waiter walked away." Rose thought out loud. "Someone could be playing with us too."

Ryan didn't want them to sit and wonder aimlessly so he stood up, opening the door.

"There is no one here," Ryan confirmed her theory and was about to close the room when a sudden burst of wind pushed them open.

Ah!

Rose exclaimed as the wind reached her and assaulted her eyes, forcing her to close them tightly. She covered her face with her arm when she felt a soft pain in her forefinger as if someone poked her with a needle.

Thud!

Ryan closed the doors with a dull sound and finally stopped the wind from slipping in.

"Rose, are you okay?" Ryan's voice reached her and then, she heard him panic, rushing up to her frantically, "Rose! What happened?!"

She finally opened her eyes and looked down at her hand where she still felt some lingering pain.

It was bleeding.

"What…?" Rose was dumbfounded.

Her fingers were covered with crimson blood that dripped onto her palm and wrist. She didn't expect to see such a big outflow, but she quickly calmed down and recovered from the shock.

"Quick, pass me the napkin," Rose called out to him in a hurry while pressing on the wound. It was just a small hole, yet the blood flowed like crazy.

The only thing that currently mattered was stopping the bleeding. They could figure out what happened afterward. Unfortunately, her words seemed to hit the wall as Ryan didn't move.

"Ryan…?" Rose questioned again, looking up at him and froze, seeing him entered the familiar state. Desire filled his eyes as he stared at her bloody hand as if in trance.

"Ryan, what is going on with you?" Rose repeated, trying to reach him. Her bleeding hand instantly lost priority when Ryan got involved.

They didn't do anything naughty, yet his urges took control of him and this time, he didn't seem to respond to any of her questions. His hungry gaze was only focused on her bloody hand.

Wait… Could it be…?

A crazy idea has been born in her mind. She couldn't help but test it by moving her arm up and down. Just as she thought, Ryan's eyes followed her movement, glued on her hand.

Could it be the blood…?

It was so weird and twisted but she still asked as she raised her hand, "Is this what you want?"

Ryan didn't reply but instead reached out swiftly and grasped her arm. Before she said anything, he leaned down and gave her wrist a lick, gathering the droplets of blood on his tongue.

"No! Ryan! Don't lick it!" Rose cried out sternly, trying to stop him, even pushed his head away but he completely ignored her.

He caught both of her wrists, immobilizing her and continued to lick her hand. She was forced to watch as his soft tongue danced around, tickling and wiggling on her palm before sucking on her fingers.

In just a moment, her hand was cleaned from blood and he began sucking on her wound while teasing it with the tip of his tongue. His eyes rolled in bliss as if he was drinking the most delicious drink.

Is my blood so good…?

Ryan didn't hurt her, but she still felt weird knowing her boyfriend was sucking on her blood like a vampire from movies.

"Wait a second…"