The words were his undoing. His end. The end of who Sorin was before her, and the acceptance of the life fated to him.
On the fresh side of her neck, he sank his teeth into her again. He could’ve gone back to the other bite, but he discovered the act of pushing his fangs through her flesh was almost as erotic as having her blood.
He liked it. A lot. How her body tensed on a sharp breath when he pierced her, and almost instantly she would melt in his arms like chocolate on a sunny day. How she clung to his back, moaning his name like he was the only thing she knew on this planet.
Sorin pushed her dress up her legs, gathering the material at her waist. He licked at the marks on her neck and leaned back, smirking when he saw ice fill the holes where his fangs had just rested.
Gods, he f
