Falling

by Christina Lauren

Kneeling before her, Brigan pressed his mouth to the petal-soft skin of her stomach. Wet, he commanded inaudibly as he always did with lovers, but then added, soaking wet, unable to resist more of everything with Catalina.

He could feel her pulse on his tongue, could sense the pitch of her need rising, golden light rippling from her, and for the first time in his existence, he understood the 23instinct to draw blood, to drink it.

Again and again, he moved, hard, fast, as if chasing his sanity, thinking that relief from this new and terrifying desperation must be only just ahead, needing the release to come back to himself, to his reason, for he was momentarily convinced that even when he inevitably climaxed, it wouldn’t sate him.