“You think I’m scared of a little blood, Solnyshka?” he asks, a darkly teasing note in his voice. “You must not know me as well as I thought.” My face feels like it’s on fire, and I roll my eyes at him. “No, I don’t think you’re scared of blood. But it’s not the same as—” “There’s nothing in the whole damned world that could keep me from wanting to fuck you right now,” he says, his voice low, almost a growl. “Definitely not this.”
