“Sight is seriously overrated, though,” he murmured, flattening his palm over her sternum. The weight was heavy. Warm. A foretaste of what his body would feel like pressing hers down into the mattress. “Touch, taste, smell, hearing. The other four senses are just as important.” He leaned forward, nuzzled her neck, and she felt a soft scratching. His fangs, she thought. Running up her throat. She wanted him to bite her.
