If I was any other man, my self-control would’ve crumbled long ago. My blonde angel stood perfectly still, as if she were petrified of revealing her desire. Unfortunately for her, I could smell every last drop of it. Her lust intertwined with the sinfully sweet scent of her blood, making it so intoxicating it physically hurt my nostrils. I’d never wanted to sink my fangs into someone’s throat more desperately than this moment.
