The scent wafting off him is making me go crazy right now.
He chuckles, watching me flustered and I hate him even more.
I turn my head away, trying to gain composure but his lips fall on my neck, wet and hot.
I fight back the moan at the back of my throat, biting on my lower lips.
He lips move in a maddening motion, slow and tender up my neck to the crevice just behind my ear, grazing just the tip of his fangs against the sensitive skin.
My knees wobble and this time the sounds of pleasure come out of me, against my control. He nibbles against the tender skin, sucking and igniting flames of desire and want in my core. I stagger backward because my legs give out under me but he grasps my waist, pulling me closer to him.
He now runs his fingers down my naked back. "S-stop," I muttered
