"I don't<em>want</em>to let you go, Alfred," her voice held a hunger she'd never had while they were together, a tone that demanded your attention, though not necessarily your obedience.  She continues lightly kissing along your neck, pressing her body to yours as one of her hands strokes your chest, the other slowly drifting downward over your stomach.  "I<em>want</em>to make up for all the time I've been away from you, for all the hurt I've caused you.  I<em>want</em>us to be together."<br/><br/>Her fangs graze along your skin as she begins mixing her kisses with light nips as she speaks, your blood loud in her ears.  "I'm not at all like the old me that you knew, I've learned new tricks, found new purpose, I've changed so much.  I just don't know if you're ready to meet the new me head on."  Her kisses slow and she tries to reign in the lust that drives her hand to your waistband, where she's able to arrest it by hooking it into a belt loop, pulling you back against her.  "Let's go to the bedroom.  I think that'll be the easiest way to show you."