Gavin retracted his fangs with a faint click as Chloe looked shy for a moment, but dutifully answered, confirming his suspicion. He felt a bit crestfallen by this revelation, if it was true that the taste of her blood was related to her chastity, he wouldn’t risk penetrating her and spoiling her delicious fluids. It was a shame, really.<br/><br/>The air was thick with the smell of endorphins and the pungent scent of Chloe’s arousal, it made Gavin’s cock stir in his blood splattered slacks. When Dante whisked Dominique away, presumably upstairs to his bedroom, Gavin let his eyes roam over Chloe’s barely clothed body. The dress was little more than a rag, but her body somehow managed to make it look glamorous. Her nipples were pointing out, visible even through the dark fabric and her skin was as flawless as porcelain.<br/><br/>Gavin lifted his hands to Chloe’s face, starting at her scalp and dragging his fingertips over her face as gently as if he were catching snowflakes in the air. His fingertips traveled down her face slowly, each in turn grazing over her bottom lip and continuing down her neck.<br/><br/>She was so fragile, this delicious mortal. Gavin thought about how easily he could snap her head off of her body without even trying. He would have to protect her, keep her chaste, and most importantly: prevent Lolita from harming her once she realized how important Chloe was to him, already.<br/><br/>Gavin’s hands continued down Chloe’s body, slipping over the threadbare fabric of her dress. His palms circled inward as they passed over her firm, round breasts; cupping them and gauging their weight in his hands. His thumbs moved in to lightly tease her erect nipples, rubbing them in small circles before his hands continued down. His palms were the first to encounter her flat, well toned stomach; fingers following slowly the faint lines of definition just under the thin fabric of her dress.<br/><br/>At last, Gavin’s hungry fingers reached the hem of Chloe’s dress, slipping underneath and once more following the pulse in her femoral artery, this time tracing it all the way up to the hot, damp center. He trailed one finger slowly through the valley between her labial folds. Gavin extracted his finger from below her dress, holding it up to inspect and smell.<br/><br/>“You should shower.” Gavin said impassively, not meaning for the statement to sound as insensitive as it undoubtedly did to Chloe. “There will be a feast tonight for the new blood letters- or, rather for you. Since your contemporary didn’t seem to measure up. Typically Dominique is tasked with handling the mortals, but as she’s seemingly indisposed, I’ll allow you use of my private bath and wardrobe. Follow me.”<br/><br/>With that, Gavin turned on his heel, making sure to move at mortal speeds so that Chloe could keep up, still rubbing his finger against his thumb, quite fascinated with the wetness his finger had gathered.