"Better," he soothed, nipping my lower lip. "The best."
"I don't want to be her."
"You aren't." His voice was commanding. "And I'm too exhausted to spend the night arguing with you."
"You can take more blood… if you need to." The thought sent a little thrill of excitement through me as his eyes faded back to green.
Ethan moved off me and stared up at the cei
ling. "You don't want me to do that."
"Why?"
"Because," he growled, "it won't be a little blood, just like it won't be a little bite… just like I won't stop at the bite but will continue kissing you and possessing you until you can't breathe — until my body fills yours, until you scream for more just when you don't think you can take it."
I had no words.
"Scared you?"
"I'm not sure." Was I feeling fear? Or excitement?
"Your heart's racing."
"Yes."
"If I asked you for everything, would you give it freely, knowing what you know?"
"If I offered you everything, would you take it? Knowing the possibility of my bloodline?"
We lay in silence.
I thought Ethan had fallen asleep.
Until he moved, hovering over me, his lips grazing mine with the softest of kisses. "I don't think I can stop myself…"
"What?"
"I can't set you free. I know I said I could. I can't. I lied."
"A vampire who's a liar. Who would have thought?" I teased.
He didn't return my smile. "It's a death sentence."
"Then show me sweet death." I wrapped my arms around his neck. He let out a pitiful groan before his mouth touched mine again.
"You ask for death — yet you offer me life."
"I'm human. We're confusing like that."
His smile felt good against my lips.
"Kiss me harder," I begged, hooking my legs around his body.
"I'm old… go easy on me." He returned my frantic kiss with a slow torturous one of his own. He licked my lips then pierced the bottom, sucking away droplets of blood.
"You don't want easy." I sighed.
In a flash, I was on my back, my shirt completely gone. "You're right." He tongued the curve of my ear. "Mine."