"Drink from me," Camelia said, turning her head to the side to give him more access to her exposed neck and shoulder.
Ian swallowed as his gaze landed on her exposed pale skin, her pulse resounding in his ears like an inviting drumbeat.
With great struggle, he managed to avert his eyes from her.
"I can't, Camelia," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Even his body spoke differently, betraying those very words as his fangs elongated despite his desperate effort to restrain himself.
Camelia reached out and cupped his face gently, making him look at her.
"It's okay. I want you too," she said, her voice soft and reassuring, almost coaxing in a tender, persuasive way.
Ian held her hands, bringing them down slowly, his eyes returning to her neck, now filled with an even deeper, mor
