Chapter 42: Burning Red

Natasha's POV

Valerian kissed me on my lips.

It started so slow and gently just like earlier when he first kissed me.

It's like he's savoring the moment. . . It's like he's savoring me by the way he kisses me.

And because of what he was doing, I felt so much desire.

I want Valerian.

I'm craving for him.

I feel like I am going to die if I don't get what I want and I hate feeling this way.

It was like the day after we first met; when I was craving for him-- for his blood.

His blood. . .

I want his blood.

"Natasha. . ." Valerian pulled himself away from me as he winced when I bit his lips.

I bit his lips so hard that I tasted a metallic taste on my tongue.

It's his blood.

Valerian's blood. . .

"What was that Natasha?" Valerian spit his blood out of his mouth.

I subconsciously whined.

Valerian looked at me, amused by my reaction. "What?"

"Don't be wasting your blood!" I protested.

"You want my blood?"

I nodded.

I didn't know what suddenly came into me but I craved for his blood.

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