Page 205 of Volik

Her lids start to lower as she applies pressure.

The tips of her fangs pierce my skin.

I flex my fingers against her soft cheek.

She sinks her fangs farther into my flesh.

“Suck.”

Nix does.

My body vibrates.

And when she swallows her first mouthful of blood, my patience snaps.

Keeping her fangs deep in my hand, I use my hold on her and twist her around. Then I pull her back so she’s tight against my front.

And, because I need her to do it again, I growl.

Quietly.

Low.

Just for her.

Directed at her.

And she does it.

She tips her head to the side.

Nix offers herself to me.

And I sink my fangs into her neck.

Her body shudders.

My eyes close.

And the sweet taste of cherries floods my mouth.

She moans as she continues to drink.

I take small sips. Just enough to keep her flavor on my tongue.

I could get lost in the taste of her. But I remind myself where we are.

Remind myself that I am the only thing keeping the door shut.

But even if I have to focus, Nix does not.

And I am not letting her out of this room until she’s satisfied.

While she sucks on my right hand, my left hand travels down her side, around to her front.

I slide it up, inside her shirt, feeling her perfectly smooth skin.

She moans.