“Bite me,” I murmur. Zav stills and I whimper pushing myself against him, needing more friction. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” His voice is raspy, and I can tell he’s slowly losing control. Just how I want him. “It won’t change me into a vampire will it?” I question. “Well no but ...” He trails off with obvious desire in his eyes fixed on my neck. “I trust you.” I pull his head snugly against my pulsing throat and encourage him to do what we both so badly want. “Bite me, Zavier.”
