“I did.” He chuckled and walked over to sit in the chair beside her. “Because you are my charl, I may drink from you whenever I wish, and given that you tempt me at every moment, it will be a duty of mine to resist the call of your blood. But the bites I took were small and quick. It was more to get a taste of you, not to drink.” He brushed the hair back from her neck, and his gaze lingered on the vulnerable skin of her throat. Bianca felt like a Victorian heroine facing Count Dracula, but she had to admit, it made her hot just thinking about his teeth sinking into her neck while he pounded inside her until she couldn’t remember her name.
The lights above them flashed, indicating the ballet was about to begin. Soren refilled her champagne glass, and then they settled back as the orchestra
