Must taste her blood. How many times would he think of the word? His inner demons were asking him to just drive his fangs into her delicate neck and be done with it, dry her to her last drop.
Numerous times, he thought of the words. Until he got what he wanted, he was certain.
"Give me your arm, woman." He licked his lips at the thought of touching her, of knowing the texture of her skin and the smoothness of her sweet veins. "I will mark you… I need to mark you so I'll know wherever you are. This is for your safety." A little nip of her wrist, and he would stop. He would make himself stop. For now, he promised.
She shook her head, her sun-kissed hair dancing over her shoulders. "What? Hell No! Tell me something... I need an explanation now. Afterwards, we’ll talk about the marking thi
