A gasp flew from my mouth when his fangs pressed into my neck, twin points digging into my flesh. I’d expected pain. I’d braced for it as stoically as I could manage. And maybe there was some, the slightest pinprick. But it was erased as a tide of heat rose inside me at the contact. His fingers clenched my arms tighter, as though to hold me in place, but I couldn’t have moved away if I wanted to.

