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“Go ahead,” he whispered.
His eyes held a kind of quiet invitation, a trust that made the hunger inside me surge all over again.
“Finn…” My voice cracked, uncertain.
The thought of his blood on my tongue, the taste of him, both thrilled and terrified me.
But Finn only reached up, his fingers brushing against my face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
His touch was electric, and I couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down my spine.
I didn’t need to say anything more. Finn didn’t give me a chance to hesitate.
His fingers slid into my hair, his hand gently cradling the back of my neck, pulling me closer.
The movement was slow, deliberate, but there was an urgency in the way he moved, in the way his breath quickened as I leaned in.
And in that moment, I gave in.
I lowered my lips to the soft skin of his neck, inhaling deeply before I sank my fangs into him.
The taste of his blood was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was rich, warm, and utterly intoxicating.
The hunger inside me roared to life, and I drank, slowly at first, savoring the sweet rush of life that filled me.
Finn didn’t pull away. He didn’t flinch.
Instead, his grip tightened in my hair, urging me on, his breath coming in soft, breathless gasps.
I could feel the heat of him, the pulse of his heart, beating faster as I drank, but there was no fear in him, no disgust.
I had expected him to pull away at any moment, to push me off with revulsion, but he didn’t.
He let me feed from him, his body melting into mine, his fingers threaded through my hair like he was holding me in place.
It was like he was offering himself to me, trusting me in a way I couldn’t fully comprehend.
The more I drank, the more my mind began to cloud with the heat of it, with the sensation of him beneath me, around me, in a way that felttoogood, too right.
And yet, there was nothing wrong in this. Nothing at all.
Finn’s heartbeat pounded in my ears, his blood running through my veins, feeding me, filling the emptiness I’d carried for so long.
I finally pulled away, my breath ragged, my body aching from the intensity of it.
Finn’s eyes were heavy-lidded, a dazed smile playing on his lips.
His skin was flushed, the mark of my bite still visible on his neck, but he didn’t look scared. He looked... content.
I brushed my thumb across the mark I had left, a faint trace of blood smudged on my skin.
“You’re sure about this?” I asked, my voice rough, almost too low to hear.
I had to make sure.
I needed to know that he wasn’t just allowing this because he thought it was what I wanted, what I needed.
That it was truly what he wanted too.
