Joanne’s POV
I should have been terrified of what was happening; he had me bound so I couldn’t move. But I wasn’t terrified… not really.
The only thing that bothered me was the fact that I couldn’t get close enough to him.
As if he could read my thoughts, his tongue slipped out and glided across my bottom lip, like he was asking permission to enter.
Permission I granted by parting my lips.
He tasted me… not my blood… just me. And he reacted with more want than he had when he tasted my blood.
His hands moved down my body, across the outline of my breasts, and I tensed from his touch. I had never had anyone touch me intimately before… this was my first kiss. I knew I was at his mercy and couldn’t stop him, but I never imagined my first time to be like this.
His hands paused in
