I heard the confidence in Christopher's voice.
"Yes," I said, my voice shaking.
"Go ahead, then." He tilted his neck in my direction.
My fangs grew.
Running my tongue over the sharp ends, I moved closer, grabbing hold of him and pressing my lips against his warm throat. I sank my fangs into his skin, enjoying the sensation of his skin parting.
Tentative, I sucked.
When the first drops touched my tongue, I panted, sucking harder.
I had nothing to compare the pleasure I experienced as his blood filled my mouth, ran down my throat, and filled me in ways I never believed existed.
To my mind, there wasn't anything better than that moment, which was saying something, since I was a fruit and veggie girl.
After a time, Christopher spoke my name. "Snow."
I felt drunk with his bewi
