Blood. Warm, metallic, and sweet against my tongue. It must be a vampire’s effect, because human blood shouldn’t taste like this.What had compelled me to have a taste? Was it curiosity? Or the fact that the blood came from Damien himself? Watching him tear into the flesh on his wrist and offering to feed me should be terrifying. Yet here I was—mouth and jaw dyed red with his blood, breathing through my nose as my mouth was full of the red substance. What an image I must have made.Damien’s hand ran through my hair, whispering sweet words to me.“So good, you did so well.”Praises. I never knew I even had a kink for that. Damien was someone I should hate, right? He was someone I should be on edge around. He should make my hair stand on end. And yet—God—when he leaned down, tongue darting out to lick some of his blood from my lips, I nearly melted. My legs felt weak.“How was it?” he asked, a knowing smile playing on his lips.He must know, too, how wrong all of this was. He was my moth
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