The Devil's Kiss: Craving The Vampire Dark Lord
he said, his voice rough — not angry, not calm, just broken.
I cradled my wrist, the sting fading beneath the rush of heat flooding my modes. “ You hurt me, ” I muttered..
He closed his eyes, as if that truth cut deeper than any crack then he reached out again, slowly this time. Touching it slowly, soothing it as if he wanted to soothe but this pain and the one in my chest.
Our eyes met.
His fingers, still on my skin.
“ You drive me insane, ” he said, his voice slightly a whisper, a confession he hadn’t meant to let slip out.
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