Mark didn’t take my blood, not immediately. He traced small hungry kisses over my neck and up to my jaw until his mouth finally found mine. He parted my lips with his tongue slowly, the heat in my body spreading anew. I could hear the possessive moan forming in his throat, while his body, still pressed to the wall, moved towards mine. He was instantly hard, I could feel his length rubbing at my belly as he kissed me deeply, my hands somehow had gotten a grip on his and held them firmly to his sides. I opened my mouth a bit and granted him all the access he needed. His tongue intertwined with mine, lighting fires deep inside my core. I pressed towards him, even hungrier for the fiction. I needed him so desperately. Especially after that night, when he made me scream his name and then lef
