But he doesn’t.
He allows me to feed.
I’m ravenous.So ravenous.Yes, I fed from a bag earlier.Yes, I fed from a man earlier.
None of that matters.
All that matters isthisman.Thisblood.
With every drop of his blood I ingest, I feel my strength returning, my body healing.
“Princess.”
His voice.A growl.Coming from somewhere outside the cloud surrounding us.
“Princess.”
You’ve had enough, Hannah.
Oh, but I don’t want to stop.His essence intoxicates me, strengthens me…
“Princess.”
I remove my teeth from his flesh and lick the wounds to coagulate them.
Then I step backward, meet his gaze.
His eyes are the dark green of a forest full of evergreens.They smolder.He growls again.
“My blood is on your lips, dripping down your chin.Fuck.Beautiful.I’ve never seen anything so—” He inhales, closing his eyes.
Then he clamps his mouth to mine.
I open, knowing he tastes his own blood on my tongue.The idea thrills me, enthralls me.His groans vibrate into me as we kiss.
His heart… My heart… Their beats don’t quite synchronize, and it’s music to my ears, beautiful in its discord.Our own disharmonic symphony.
Until he jerks away, breaking the kiss.
“Fuck,” he growls.
“Sounds good to me,” I say.
“What is it about you?”
He’ll jump through all kinds of hoops to get to you.
“I don’t know.What is it aboutyou?”
“I let you take my blood.”
“Yes, you did.”I clear my throat.“Thank you.It was…” Delicious?God, so much more than that.Luscious?Intoxicating?Fucking glorious?“Good.”
He growls once more.“I’ve never let a vamp soil me by taking my blood.”
“Soil?What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing personal.It’s just our way.We don’t allow vampires to feed on us.”