“I suppose there’s always the chance I’ll get too excited, forgetting my own strength once I have you. Going mad with hunger enough to forget. Remembering how good you tasted the first time we met, knowing that I’d have to resist that temptation this time. I admit, every time your cheeks go red, I have to resist chomping down on you a second time. Wondering if your blood would be just as mouthwatering as the first, especially with me on top of you, writhing and gasping and begging for what I have planned—”