Short ... story?

The woman knew the risk, and she savored on the knowledge that the risk was soon approaching. The woman’s hunger was unquenchable; she covered her mouth as to stop her salivating. She had delicate hands, with frail thin fingers and beautifully rounded nails. Pale as bone her skin, as if the sun was too humble to touch her bare skin. A footstep is heard. The woman bows now, a courtesy, saliva escapes between her teeth, the translucent liquid splashes to the ground. The woman gasps, and gurgles as she tries to apologize, her pale small face suddenly covered by apple red embarrassment. She stops her eager shaking; she grasps her host to apologize. The host merely smiles and lifts her bowed head, and looks into her eyes. He whispers gently into her hears, and the woman… the girl couldn’t help but shake again, for joy overcame her. She replies, “I am yours.” The host nods and smiles, its smile ever burned into the woman-child’s mind; it was salvation.

note: I know it sounds dirty.. kinda... but I had in mind a more mystical setting when I was writing it...