NINA His fangs are retracted, only the tiny tips showing. I let out a slow breath, craving more, and he watches my breathing as if mesmerized by what just happened. His body settles over mine again, his mouth seeking mine. I taste something different, something musky, as our tongues tangle in a battle with no winner. I bite his lip when the invasion comes—sudden but slow. “Just let me in. Don’t be afraid,” he whispers inches from my mouth, staring into my eyes. His hand grips my thigh, sliding up to my knee, which he holds and spreads wider, slowly pushing himself inside until he’s fully seated. I feel completely filled. I whimper against his lips as he begins to move. My nails rake down his back, digging deeper with every thrust. The taste of his blood floods my mouth. I release his lip and see crimson dripping from it, revealing the bite I gave him. He just licks it away and flashes a wicked grin. “Sorry,” I murmur, embarrassed. His hand slips inside my dress, squeezing my bre
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