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Leaning in slowly until the tips of our noses are touching, I pause as my conscience shouts at me to stop. The voice in my head warns that this could destroy us both.

But before I can pull away, Hannah hooks her hands around the back of my neck, yanks my face toward hers, and presses our lips together.

First, I register warmth. A burst of heat travels from Hannah’s mouth to mine, then the scorching sensation flares within me like an explosion, zinging through my head, down to my chest, and into my toes.

A buzzing tingle takes up residence on the surface of my skin, and I’m aware of every vein in my body, the blood rushing so quickly as my pulse speeds up.

Wanting more of Hannah, I push my tongue past her lips, stroking the wet warmth of her mouth.

The taste of her.

She’s rich and sweet, like maple syrup.

Instinct takes over.

When I grab a handful of her supple backside to draw her to me more fully, an unintentional rough sound happens in the back of my throat.

I’m surprised at the pure satisfaction I get from having this woman in my arms, from having her belly pressed against my shaft. My sac draws up tight, and I have the sudden urge to come.

My cock could erupt right now. From a simple kiss.

Despite the absurdity of that, I don’t want to stop.

In addition to her addictive taste, Hannah smells of wildflowers and honey. She feels like softness and peace. She’s pure goodness.

Unfortunately, the bargain chooses that moment to push its way through, reminding me of who I am and why I’m here.

In a flash, I see parts of Hannah’s life from her point of view. Toddling in the meadow. Getting stung by a bee. Playing on hay bales in the barn. Swinging from a rope on a tree. The boyfriend she mentioned, the promises he made, and the heartbreak she suffered when he didn’t keep them.

The only time I’ve ever siphoned my targets’ past memories is when I’m draining what’s left of their blood. When I literally suck the life from them.

Afraid I’ve unknowingly started the process too soon, I push away from Hannah.

The jerky action makes her start to fall, and she desperately gropes at my hat to steady herself, almost tearing it from my head.

As the cap goes askew, revealing the tip of my pointy ear, I quickly guide Hannah by the shoulders and place her safely into her chair.

Spinning away from her as fast as I can, I readjust the knitted material to cover what I’m trying to hide.

“Ellister?” Hannah’s unsure voice is just about as shaky as I am.

I’m jittery, my hands trembling and my teeth wanting to chatter.

“Yes?” I bark gruffly, my back still turned.

“Was—was that okay?”

Was that okay? It’s ridiculous how good it was. It’s as though kissing her opened a well of need inside me.

When it comes to her, I’d never be able to get enough. I could kiss every inch of her body. Fill her up with my tongue and my fingers. I could ram my cock inside her for hours until her cunt squeezed me over and over as she came again and again. Until she was limp, exhausted, and sweaty. Until she screamed for me to stop.

And even then, I’d still want more.

“I—I…” I can’t answer her.

Well, I could, but whatever I say would either be spilling a secret or telling a lie, and those options are not ideal.

Better if I say nothing at all as I try to get my bearings.

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