Apparently.
Because she shakes her head, hands still pinned in mine, staring straight into my eyes, our faces only inches apart.
“You look stormy. Tell me, Ziros.Tell me.”
Damn. I don’t know if it’s her blood pulsing through my body or if it’s the pure look in her eyes or if it’s just me being so damn weak after surviving on my own in that void for centuries—or maybe it’s the way she says my true name.
“Nothing,” I mutter again, but I can’t help myself. “Just…I hate the idea of you wearing this for other men.”
There.
I said it.
I’m a selfish bastard with no right to her, and now she knows how insecure I am.
She turns her face away slightly, blushing as she says,“I’ve never worn it before.”
Blushing, as if for some reason she’s embarrassed.
God knows why, though.
She’s got nothing to be embarrassed about.
“Good,” I growl, no longer able to control myself. I let go of one of her hands, taking her jaw instead. Holding her still as I hover my lips just above hers, staring into her eyes like this is an order or dare. “Don’t wear it for anyone else,” I command, as if I have any right to. But I don’t care. I know what I want. “Only wear it for me.”
She nods ever-so-slightly, the barest of movement against my hand.
And I almost think she looks happy. Though I can’t imagine why.
Humans.
They make no sense.
Here I am telling her what to do, telling her things I’ve got no business telling her, and she lookshappy?
I smirk, pulling back. Pressing my mouth to her neck again. “Good girl.”
She gasps softly as I sink my fangs in slowly, taking all my self-control not to drink every drop of her blood.
Just a taste is enough to drive me wild, that hunger threatening to tear me apart from the inside.
This is dangerous.
If I don’t take her now, if she doesn’t want me to, I need to stop.
Because I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to resist.
I swear, shoving back with one hand on the bed, panting hard as I sit up.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, voice catching on each word, and I hope that breathiness means she’s enjoying herself as much as I think.
“Just trying not to kill you, human,” I mutter, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. “Because your blood is so damn delicious, I could drink it forever and never stop.”
“Oh,” she says softly, a look of pure delight in her eyes as she sits up on one hand.
With her other hand, she traces her own side, then back up between her breasts, cupping one, then the other.
I can’t help but watch.
