He drags his tongue slowly across his fangs, carving a line into the muscle and filling his mouth with his own blood. I realize what he is about to do a mere second before he does it. A whimper escapes my lips. Needy. Shameless. I love it. Make me beg for you, Ruvan. My insides have turned molten. Give me power, give me life. His lips crash onto mine. I grip him tighter, pulling him closer as I taste both of us on his tongue.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHDAAAAAAAAAAMMMNNNNNNNNN
