How Does It Feel? (Infatuated Fae, #1)

by Jeneane O'Riley

“I’ve recently decided I don’t like others touching my things, touching what’s mine.”

“You develop a taste for blood when you’re constantly licking your own wounds,” he stated coldly, still watching me.

“Until this moment, I didn’t know you could crave something you’ve never wanted.” His voice was thick like honey.

“Because if you’re not dead, I fear I will leave everything to follow you.” His gravelly voice was barely heard as it ghosted across my lips.

“I am the bad guy, Callie.” He pulled away from my lips just enough to lay his whisper upon them, never opening his eyes. “Which is why you will never, ever be free from me again.”