Not A Hoe

Adrianna laid in his bed, inhaling his intoxicating smell that drove her crazy. Wrapped around the silk sheets and slowly, her eyes landed on the watch, a loud gasp made her run out from the book. As soon as she opened the door, she bumped into a solid surface. The moment she looked up and her gaze met with his blue eyes, she was all red.

Her hazy thoughts made her instantly become a mess in the wind. She stood at the door, looking at the man in front of her in disbelief. His long hair fell over his forehead and water dripped on her shoulders. Her gaze slowly went to the abs and the low waist area of his body. She gulped the saliva down from her throat.

Adrianna realised that she had afr more important thing than gazing a sexy vampire who had made her wet without any sexual contact. As soon as she leaned a bit to pass through the small space left between the door, Alaric blocked the space and made her stay inside the room.

She was shocked by the sense of oppression he brought, and n