“If you’re going to turn me, if you’re going to drink from me, and me from you, then have me. Have sex with me. Fuck, that feels so lacking a word, but I want the intimacy too, I want the pleasure with the pain, I want you, I want your teeth in me while I ride you and—” Declan’s growl cut her off, and then he was surging forward, his mouth at her throat. She could feel his teeth scraping, and she arched up against him again, unable to do anything more to do the distance. “Bite me,” she begged, struggling against the bond. “Drink me, undress me, fuck me, love me, just bite—”
