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Ian’s smile slid into a grin. “Angel was a TV vampire whose endless angst was only outweighed by his devotion to his one true love.” As Vlad’s expression grew murderous, Ian added, “He did have a magnificently violent dark side, if that helps.”
Ian gave me an aggravated look. “Can’t shag your sister, can’t shag your friend, can’t shag you, can’t shag Vlad. If I wanted to be this sexless and miserable, I’d get married.”
“Wrong strategy,” Ian muttered. “I enjoy pain, so between biting me and the deliciously agonizing bolts of electricity your whole body is giving off, you’re making my entire morning.”
“That’s love for you,” I heard Ian say. “Glad I’m too corrupt to fall victim to that form of intelligence lobotomy.” “I hope you fall head over heels for someone who insists on monogamy!”
“I wish you could feel me like I feel you,” I whispered, finally giving up because words would never be adequate to convey what he meant to me. “Then you’d know I would go through tonight all over again, a thousand times if I had to, if it meant being in your arms like this.”
“I don’t need to feel you to know it, Leila,” he murmured, leaning forward until his forehead touched mine. “Every day, I see the truth of it in your eyes.”
Nothing was enough when it came to you. Not being near you, having one of our infuriating conversations, reading your mind, having you drink my blood, and when I touched you”—his voice turned into a growl, and a hot swell of lust poured through our connection—“I didn’t only want to fuck you. I wanted to make you scream until my name was the only word you were capable of remembering.”
