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“I said I’ll love every piece of you. If this means we now have a blood kink that we will keep a secret, then it is what it is and I’ll embrace it completely.”
“I love you,” I tell him before I kiss him again.
When we come up for air, he tells me, “Now, drink before I heal.”
My bloodlust is too high for me to deny him.
I’ve been in a daze since I drank from him, and it hasn’t stopped.
I moan when the first drop hits my tongue, and then my hands reach for his head again and I fist his hair so I can angle his head the right way.
Then I bite around the cut and it’s like my body is lit on fire.
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Ithought I dreamed the effect Léandre’s blood had on me the last time I drank from him—you know, with the fact that I had lost a lot of my own blood—but it’s even better than I remember.
Again, I had lost a lot of blood that day and maybe my mind wasn’t really right.
It feels like all my nerve endings have been zapped, and I feel electrified—like my body is now full of energy.
The hunger I felt when I woke up? It’s all gone, and I’m filled with so much more now.
I hear Léandre groan against me, and he presses against me like there’s nothing else on his mind.
Does it feel as good for him as it feels for me?
I don’t have time to ask him, because I feel him remove us from against the door and then he sits on the side of the bed, with me on my lap.
I remove my fangs from his throat and he groans, but stops me when I try to go back to the cut again.
“Firefly, if you drink from me again, I’m going to need to be buried inside of you,” he tells me in a rough voice. “I really want to taste you first.”
I lick my lips before raising my arms in the air.
If he wants me, he’s going to have me.
I’m not waiting anymore.
The world could fall apart outside, but I’m not waiting another day.
Or another minute.
Or even another second.
He removes my shirt, whips his own with a single hand, and then his lips are back on mine, and his hands are on my breasts like he doesn’t want to wait anymore, either.
He can taste his own blood on my lips and a small part of my mind wonders if it is okay, but then he nibbles on my lower lip, and with a bit more pressure, pierces the skin with his canine.
My blood mixes with his on our lips, and it feels decadent.
When our mouths finally part, his lips are stained red, and it makes me want to kiss him even more.
“Even vampires bleed,” he says with a chuckle, and I want to be mad, but he grabs me by the hips and shifts our position so my back is now on the bed. He looks down at me with my legs still wrapped around his hips.
“You’re beautiful,” he tells me with awe in his eyes, and there is no way I’m not believing him with the way he’s devouring me with his eyes. “But as much as I like you wrapped around me, you’re going to have to remove your legs or I’ll have to tear your shorts away with my bare hands.”
