Olivia
Damien carried me through the castle. I recognized the path. We were going back to his rooms.
I shivered in his hold. He would want to feed from me. I ached from the beating. I didn’t want to feel his fangs in my throat.
I didn’t want to fight my body’s reactions to Damien’s bite. I was just so tired.
Why did his damn bite bring so much pleasure? It would be easier to resist if it only hurt. The mix of pleasure and pain was intoxicating. I was afraid it was addictive, too.
When I was strong enough to climb over that wall, would I be strong enough to leave Damien behind?
Of course I would!
Just because the bite felt good didn’t mean I would crave it. I would escape. I would go home. And I would be with Jacob. He was the one I was fated to be with.
We reached Damien’s roo
