Page 44 of Sinner's Salvation

“A couple of days ago. I normally wouldn’t want more for another day or two, but I’ve lost a lot of blood to injuries, and...” She tore her gaze off Brian and looked at Evan.

He smiled and angled his head to one side. Offering unrestrictive access to his vein.

She took a step toward him, and another, into his personal space, until she was pressed up against him. “Yes,” she whispered, against his skin. He smelled delicious, musky and strong.

Someone cleared their throat.

Evan stiffened a little under her hands, and she realized she’d slid her arms around him.

Lapses in her memory were not good. She could hurt him, take too much blood in this condition.

“Let’s take this into the bathroom,” he growled in her ear.

She heard him, but the scent and taste of his skin drove away all her words.

He tried to move, direct her somewhere, but that would mean she’d have to give up the ambrosia of his skin on her tongue.

He bent a little at the knees and picked her up, carrying her the few steps to the lady’s bathroom.

She vaguely noted him shouldering open the door and stepping inside the dark space. A single emergency light provided the only illumination in the small room.

She scraped her teeth across the tendon in his neck and he stumbled a step before catching himself.

She did it again, and he groaned in her ear. “Anna.”

Her butt hit a flat surface, and he pushed her legs apart with his hips so he could stand between her legs. An impressive erection pressed against her sex and for the first time in many, many years, desire heated her belly.

Drinking blood from a willing donor had never included sex for her before, but with Evan...it was intoxicating.

“Can you control how much you drink?” he asked, a sexy growl in his voice.

“Yes.”

“Then drink.” It was an order.

She licked over the big vein in his neck. “Are you sure?”

His breathing was deep and uneven. “Fuck, yeah.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, as she licked him again. Then she bit down as gently as she could until she’d punctured the vein with only one of her teeth. The tiny single hole meant she had to sip at him slowly, savoring every mouthful of blood.

He gasped and thrust his hips against her. There was no fear in him, not in his body or scent. His trust, his need, stoked her desire higher.

She moved her right hand to his cock and stroked him through his clothing as she slowly sucked another mouthful of blood from him. Another, and another.

“Anna,” he gasped, twisting his hips and grinding his cock against her.

She licked the wound she’d made in his neck until it closed over. In a minute, it would be unnoticeable.

She took her hand off his cock and slid it behind his head, pulling him down so she could kiss him.

As soon as his mouth touched hers, he groaned and kissed her like he was a starving man, all teeth and tongue and voracious need.

It seemed to take forever before he lifted his head to stare down at her with a gaze ablaze with longing. “Did you get enough blood?”

“Yes, thank you.”

He stroked her back with one large hand. “Is it...always like this when you drink from someone?”

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