(READ THE STORY ✿) Aaron's grip tightens, trying to control his hunger, he grunts softly. But it snaps, his eyes turn a bit red filled with hunger, "Y/N...please...let me bite you...I promise you it won't hurt..." His fangs scrap your neck, but not bite. He licks the little scratch he did, he continues in a needy whisper "Please...just a little of your blood... I crave it..."
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