With one hand, I grab her jaw again as I pull away, but this time, I don’t kiss her.
I can’t hold out any longer.
I tilt her chin up to expose her neck, the sweet, thick scent of her blood rushing around me as I glide my fangs down her skin, sucking the base hard enough to leave a mark.
She gasps as I bite down, letting my fangs pierce her skin, relishing the sizzle of her blood on my tongue as her surprise turns to pleasure and her gasp fades into a moan.
Everything about her is magic. She’s more intoxicating than every damn drink I had tonight, better than anything else I’ve ever tasted. Better than anything I’ve ever felt.
I suck harder, lost in this moment as she tilts her head back, moaning softly, then louder, and I don’t even care if we get discovered.
I don’t give a damn.
Letsomeone walk in, I don’t care. I’m not stopping.
I want her.
I want more than her blood, and I push her tighter to the wall, only my shorts and her tiny little bottoms between us as I bite her neck harder.
It takes all my damn self-control to pull away.
“You…” she pants, breathing hard as she stares up at me, wide-eyed. With one hand, she reaches up to touch her neck, like she’s still trying to process what just happened. “You really are a vampire.”
I can’t help but smirk.
Her reaction is almost as delicious as her blood.
“Half,” I say, tilting her jaw again, and she moans before I even bite her this time, like she’s already anticipating it. Is the pleasure that good? “I’m only half vampire.”
I’ve heard skilled vampires can make their prey revel in ecstasy while they’re bitten, but it’s not supposed to be easy.
So hearing her moan is the highest compliment.
Maybe it’s that damn magical connection again, linking us together. Maybe that’s why just the sound of her breathing drives me wild, why just hearing her moan makes me want to sink into her up to the hilt.
And I don’t mean just with my fangs.
She’s supposed to set me free.
I want her to.
Ishouldwant her to.
But right now, in this moment, all I want is her.
Allof her.
Forever.
I glide my fangs back across her neck, where the first bite is already healing, and I’m ready to bite her again—when from somewhere behind us, a heavythunkdraws me back to my senses. I’m dimly aware of the stairwell door opening.
And footsteps echoing down.
Ha. An audience won’t stop me, but she tenses like she’s scared.
And that’s the last thing I want her to feel right now.
“Hold on tight, little human,” I growl in her ear as I sweep her back into my arms.
