“I’m going to kill that motherfucker,” Warin whispers.
“Might be a little difficult if you aren’t at full strength, wouldn’t it?” I say, exposing my neck even further.
“You don’t know what you’re asking, angel.”
“Warin. Drink,” I say more sternly.
He leans forward and I look away, taking a deep breath. His gloved hand tenderly holds my hair as the heat of his face radiates against my neck.
“Where’s your wand?” he asks.
“Here,” I whisper, holding it in my hand with a white knuckle grip.
“If I go too far, if you feel faint, you stun the fuck out of me. It’s…it’s been a long time since I’ve fed from someone and I’m weak. I don’t trust myself.”
“I’ve been bleeding since the incident. If you were truly out of control, you would have lost it by now. I trust you.”
The words feel right and wrong at the same time.
I do trust Warin with my safety. As far as other things go, I’m not sure. But deep in my bones, I know that Warin would never hurt me, never intentionally.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, right before he sinks his teeth into my neck.
I expect pain, a sharp bite into my neck that stings. Instead, it’s a tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain as he drinks from me. I’m writhing on the bed, but not from pain, only pleasure.
Never in my life have I been this aroused. No fantasy, no man, nothing has ever made me feel like this.
Every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire, a flaming inferno that I don’t want to be put out.
I can’t help myself as I lean into Warin, his strong arm wrapping around my waist, as he holds me against his chest.
Masculine moans fall out of his mouth as he drinks me down, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so powerful.
It’s like this sexual need and desire that I’ve never felt is finally blooming to life and I might just be addicted, I want more.
I’m consumed with greed and want.
No man has ever made me come, but something tells me I might just be able to finish from this alone.
Warin grips me harder, his thumb grazing the underside of my breast, and I can’t help but to moan.
I want more, so much fucking more with this vampire and in this moment I don’t feel shame. All I feel is unadulterated desire.
Chapter 24
She tastes like sunshine bottled up.
Like flowers and all things good wrapped up in a delicious, beautiful fucking package. The precious gift of her blood explodes on my tongue as I hold her.
Her body is soft, feminine, and an obsession. I don’t know how I forgot just how deliciously sweet she was. How in the world could I ever forget?
Maybe it’s because she only gave me a meager drop last time. Maybe it’s because I tried to not think about what I was missing out on. All I know is that when I taste her, when I hold her, I’m the closest to heaven I’ll ever be.
Despite my wicked past, my penchant for violence, this beautiful angel is in my arms gifting me her blood—gifting me her.
I take a heavy draw of her blood, the warm liquid trickling down my throat. I feel my strength returning tenfold.
My thumb is dangerously close to her breast and all I want to do is squeeze, touch, and press her against me while I swallow down the sweetest nectar of my life.
