Page 117 of Bitten By Desire
“In my defense, when that happened I wasn’t originally planning on letting you live.”
I stared at him in horror.
“I told you I was leaving town. It was my last night on campus. I was…indulging.”
“There was a newspaper article about a missing girl. From that night. That was…that was you, wasn’t it?”
He just stared at me.
“Did you fuck her too?”
“Yes. No.” He shook his head. “No, I didn’t have sex with her. But yes…I…that was me.”
“And I was supposed to be next?”
He nodded.
How many times had I been so close to death since meeting him? “But you didn’t go through with it.”
“I didn’t expect the other parts of our encounter to feel so good.” He stepped forward, caging me against the wall. “I didn’t expectyouto feel so good.”
“So you wanted to bang me more than you wanted to drink my blood?”
He nodded. “Normally encounters like that wouldn’t go so far. Blood…excites me.” His eyes trailed down my body.
And for some reason, his words excited me. His eyes on me did too. I knew I was sick in the head. There was definitely something wrong with me. “Blood excites you…in a sexual way?”
“In every way. Do you remember when I bit your finger that first night?” He reached out, trailing his fingers down my wrist.
His cold touch made me shiver. “I remember.” I remembered that night perfectly. I’d been dreaming of it for years. He’d sucked my juices off my fingers and then bit down. I thought he’d accidentally bitten my finger too hard. But…he’d done it on purpose. He’d wanted to taste my blood.
“That should have been my undoing. One taste and I should have been a goner. But I wanted you around my cock instead. I needed to feel you. I just…I wanted more.”
My heart was racing as he leaned in closer.
“So that’s my proof. Ten years ago I barely had any control. And I controlled myself around you then. After tasting you.” He leaned closer, his cold breath against my lips. “You were so fucking sweet. I keep dreaming about tasting you again. And I wake up so hard. You have no idea how many times I’ve had to fuck my hand in the morning dreaming of you.”
Jesus.
“But I controlled myself then. And I can control myself now.”
“Then show me.” I wasn’t sure why I said it. I wasn’t even sure what I meant.
“I am. Just by standing here.”
“You almost snapped in the hay maze when you smelled blood.”
“I didn’t kill anyone…”
“I know it wasn’t you. But you smelled the blood. That’s why you went into the maze, right? And then you ran into me. I saw you stare at my neck. You said you tried to warn me. You were going to kill me.”
He licked his lips. “I wouldn’t have. I would have calmed down.” He shook his head. “Ididcalm down.”
“Only when Bennett showed up.”
“I wouldn’t have hurt you. I wouldn’t have.”
“If you can control it, you should be able to taste me again and not want more.”
