He pulled me back against him and shook his head. He tangled his fingers into my hair again and tugged my hair, causing my head to fall back, exposing my neck to him.
“I know my comment about feelings offended you,” he whispered, grazing his teeth along my neck.
I gasped as he pressed himself into me and applied more pressure on my neck.
“It’s our natural instinct to feel like this when we feed,” he whispered, sliding his now extended fangs over my skin, “they aren’t unwanted for me.”
He dragged his fangs along my neck with a long groan, like he was asking for permission.
“Do it.” I croaked, my voice barely recognisable.
I was a panting mess before he had even done anything. He’s right, I was feeling things, things I have felt before, but nothing as heightened as this. Nothing has ev
