Lick

Alice gazed upon Alisha's unconscious body, her delicate form cradled in his arms as he swiftly carried her to the built-in cupboard in his bathroom. Gently laying her down on the slab, he retrieved his hoodie from the cupboard and carefully dressed her, tenderly tending to the injuries he had inadvertently caused.

"These wounds will heal," he thought to himself, "I won't let them mark her skin permanently. They may look beautiful now, but I want her to bear only my marks, not these ugly injuries. She's an epitome of beauty, even in this state."

After attending to Alisha, he changed into his night suit, opting for a black hoodie and pyjamas. However, the red hoodie suited him so well, especially with her in his arms.

Emerging from the bathroom, he settled her on the bed and sat beside her, captivated by her flushed face. Her lips, despite being injured, held an alluring quality that he found irresistible. He leaned in, lightly tasting the lingering hint of blood, finding it strangely s