Damien Nevermore, The Vampire King
I had almost kissed Isabella.
We were inches apart, closer than I'd ever been to her since she woke up. The air crackled with a tension so thick I could practically taste it. The scent of her was intoxicating. My fangs ached with a primal urge, but that wasn't all I craved. There was a fire burning in my gut, a yearning so intense it almost scared me.
Her fall was sudden, a stumble on the kitchen floor. Time seemed to slow as I lunged forward, catching her at the waist just before she hit the ground. The impact sent a jolt through me, but it was dwarfed by the surge of heat that flared up when our bodies collided. My arm tightened reflexively, pulling her closer. Her hands, warm and soft, landed on my chest, sending a spark sizzling through me.
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