“Your tears, your pain, your pleasure, the dew between your thighs… your irresistible, otherworldly blood that’s unlike any I’ve ever scented before,” he said, the words seeming to claw their way out of his throat. “I’m obsessed with all of it. You already have too much of a hold over me. When I can no longer stomach feeding from anyone but you, when your life force is inside of me, fueling my power—I can’t imagine the level of insanity that will root itself in my mind. I will need you. And that should terrify us both.”