Why Should I worry?

"Like confusion," she replied with a straight face.

Eli had never eaten an eyeball. She did not ever want to again. It tasted terrible. She wanted to vomit, but she just kept staring straight faced.

"Now the only place we can go is up," is all Eliana said.

When he touched her cheek, she reached over to take hold of his wrist and pin it by his head. She would attempt to do the same with the other hand.

"I was sorta hoping you'd fight me a little," she said with a good-natured smile and a slight shrug. "Nothing else really does it for me."

Eliana's grip tightened on his wrists. She leaned down and kissed him deeply, letting him taste the blood still settled in her mouth. She would break the kiss and bite down on his jugular as she took to rocking on him again.

She was more aggressive now, possibly close to the edge. Maybe eating eyeballs and holding people down turned her own? Who knew.

It wouldn't surprise Eli to learn he enjoyed her taste. Almost everyone did. Just as they enjoyed her smell, her breath. It was the physiology of being what she was.

Her breath hitched at being licked. She bit down a little harder before releasing his throat and brushing her lips against his ear as she whispered in a lust-filled tone, "I'm going to get up and you're going to take off your shirt, okay?"