Melrose POV:
Soren swept me off my feet, lifting me into his strong arms with an effortless grace that left my heart racing. He held me close, our lips locked in a fervent kiss that ignited a fire deep within me. He propped me on a nearby table or a counter—my mind was too clouded by bliss to discern—I felt a giddy exhilaration. I had no recollection of what I was doing or why I allowed him to touch me in this way; I had no control over my body. It moved on its own accord, acting solely on primal instinct.
The tips of his fangs nipped gently at the flush flesh of my lips before he sank them into my bottom lip; a delicious pain hit me, and a soft whimper emerged from the back of my throat. Soren's eyes darkened, and Ahknoxi hissed, clearly enjoying this. I knew she was very much present;
