Just as Tate’s lips suckled Jaelyn’s neck, when his tongue lapped along the tender flesh that his lust had targeted, as his fangs nipped and tickled in anticipation, he felt her body tense within the hesitancy of a delicate gasp.
Pausing, he closed his eyes as he tried to resist the thirst as it unrelentingly thrashed at his control. With his forehead resting in the crook of her neck, his voice labored as he spoke, “If--- you— changing— your.mind— you.need— run— really.fast,” he could barely breathe.
Shit, Jae. Don’t do this to me. Tate fisted her shirt at the shoulders, his resistance slipping.
“I’m not changing my mind,” her voice shook, betraying the fear chasing the blood in her veins. Admittedly, to his vampire beast, that smell intoxicated him, feeding into the lust that pounded
