With time to study her, he strode slowly across the floor, watching his shadow move over her body. Putting one knee on the bed, he leaned over her, telling himself he was just checking her vitals. But instead of her heartbeat, he listened to her raspy, almost passionate-sounding breath. Instead of gauging her temperature, his fingers caressed her soft skin, brushing granules of sand from her cheek and jaw. He pushed back her hair, revealing the bite mark on her neck. About a half-dozen puncture marks indented her flesh, attesting to Meghan’s bites. The smell of blood wafted up to him, her blood.
A moan filtered past his lips as he instinctively leaned closer. Drawing his tongue along her throat, he licked, stroking long and slow over her flesh. A thready pulse caught up in his ears as the
