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I reach for him, gripping his shirt and gritting my teeth as he sucks on my neck, pulling the blood from my vein.

Don’t make a sound. Don’t move.

Keep quiet. Act invisible.

I tell myself these things over and over but it does nothing to stop the whimper from leaving me when he moans. Before I know what’s happening, he’s on top of me, his erection pressed against my aching pussy, his hand wound so tightly in my hair forcing me to stay still as he continues to feed.

I’m wildly turned on, but also terrified.

I grind my hips against him, and he groans again.

Gods, this feels so good, but…

What if he doesn’t stop?

Chapter Twelve

Felix

My hips roll as my jaw tightens, a low growl rumbling from my chest while I draw more of Zia’s blood into my mouth.

I have never tasted anything like the rich, decadent liquid coursing through her veins, and the way it instantly takes effect is intoxicating.

And when another small whimper vibrates against my lips, it’s almost like I snap.

My free hand slides down Zia’s body until I’m gripping her thigh, sliding it out from underneath me before lifting it high on my hip. And fuck, widening her legs to cradle my hips, nothing but our jeans separating my cock from being buried inside her hot little pussy, it’s almost maddening.

I need to be inside her.

I thrust against Zia as I use my knee to push her legs open further, my hand on her neck sliding up into her hair, gripping it tightly to tilt her head, exposing more of her pretty throat. I grunt as her nails dig into my pecs, my other hand flying to the hem of her shirt before slipping underneath to cup her breast.

With a moan, I knead that perfect handful, squeezing as my cock throbs against her, then I pinch her nipple, twisting it between my fingers until Zia gasps, and I immediately stop.

Fuck.

“Fuck,” I groan the second I release her vein. Jesus, that was close. Licking my lips, I press my forehead to her collarbone and pull my hand from under the cotton material. “Fuck… Zia, I’m sorry.”

“Felix?” She reaches for me as I roll off her, her tone a mix of lingering lust and confusion. “Felix, why did you stop?”

“I’m full,” I lie.

I feel her blood working through my system, almost tingling as it rushes through me, an unusual heat radiating down my throat before it moves like lightning within my body. But I need more. I want more. It’s been so long since I’ve fed that way. I’m sure that’s a small factor but I have never tasted anything like Zia’s blood and the boost I’m already experiencing because of it will easily become addicting. Because it’s her. The delicious life force coursing through her, it tastes like Zia—fiery, feisty, sweet and spicy. It feels like Zia, and it’s giving me one hell of a pick-me-up.

And one taste was all it took to know I will never have my fill of her, but that feeding was going in one direction and one direction only, so I had to stop it.

“You’re full?”

I drape my forearm over my eyes as I nod. Zia’s stare is something I can physically feel, and I don’t really want to see. “I’m full, and you asked me not to kill you.”

Which is also a veiled lie, because I wouldn’t have killed her unless you can die by orgasm, then I would have fucked her to death. So, lying to the only other creature living up here who could possibly understand me is my only option.

Unfortunately, for as naïve as Zia has come across at times, she can apparently smell my bullshit.

“That was only a few minutes, Felix. How are you full after that when you’ve barely been conscious because you’ve been so hungry?”

“Guess your blood is more filling than coconut water.”

“How is that possible? It’s all liquid.”

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