He chuckled. “As you wish, princess.” And then his lips were on my throat. Every muscle tensed. I braced myself for pain. Instead, though, I felt only a caress. Just the soft touch of his mouth against my flesh, the faintest brush of his tongue, as if asking permission to enter. My cringe melted into a shiver. “You’re safe,” he whispered against my skin. And then he bit.
