Just like the last time I acted unsure, Zion immediately stopped and pulled away, holding up his hands so he was no longer touching me. His fangs disappeared, and he swallowed hard—his gaze flickering to my neck, looking nervous about what he’d almost done. Is he not able to fully control his ‘beast?’ WHY IS THAT SO HOT?! “Please… don’t stop. I want it.” The whimper that followed was the most humiliating sound I’d ever made, but I no longer gave any fucks. “I need…”
