Atarah
"There's nothing more tempting thanfire, my Atarah, but there's nothing more dangerous than fire either. You shouldn't have played with fire." Ansel growled at me. His red iris looking at me with his animalistic lust. He looked hungry. And yet he wasn't sinking his fangs in my flesh to feed from me.
"To feel the warmth of the fire, sometimes we need to bear its heat too. I'm not complaining, Ansel. You need permission to feed and I'm giving it to you willingly, happily." His eyes flashed for a second, gripping my wrist as he jerked me closer to him.
This Ansel felt a bit different. More hungry, more demonic. But I knew it was his bloodlust, his hunger that was speaking. My Ansel was still in him.
"Oh, is it, Atarah?" He asked with his smile. His canines were protruding out, ma
