Watching Dragomar descend into his victim’s subconscious was mesmerizing.
I tried to remember my first encounters with him—how his touch lit my nerves on fire.
He had chosen an older woman this time. Elegant, refined, somewhere in her forties.
I was certain it wasn’t their first encounter; there was an unmistakable familiarity between them.
She was waiting for him.
I could tell.
He approached her in a slow, deliberate, seductive way that made the hairs on my arms rise.
Such tenderness. Such attention.
The woman melted under his gaze.
He didn’t rush into feeding.
He lingered.
Admiring her. Touching her softly.
Her energy—deep, mature, intoxicating—was unlike anything I had sensed so far.
I watched from the shadows, hesitant to step in.
It almost looked like she was feeding on
