“And my cravings do not end at blood.” He shoved to his feet, and I stood too, refusing to let him walk out on me and get the final word. “Then where do they end?” “Right now?” He prowled toward me, and I inhaled a shaken breath at the carnality to his expression. “They end with you.” He leaned down, his mouth capturing mine in a sinful kiss, his hands tugging me flush against him in an instant, almost lifting me from my feet.
