Her lips were so soft against his, gentle even as she teased and coaxed at him for a response he refused to give her. He wanted to weep as she did the one thing that was guaranteed to cause him the deepest agony. She took away the memory of what it felt like to have Faith's lips against his. She not only took it away but she replaced it with the memory of what her own lips felt like brushing against him. He couldn't stand it, couldn't bear the touch of her softness against him as his entire body suddenly started to register her as woman.
"Don't." It was a whispered plea, wrenched out of the very heart of him against his will but it hung in the air between them as the vampire froze in place.
The word whispered through Freya's lust but it wasn't the word that halted her, it was the emotion
