I couldn't believe I almost lost control with Max back in my bedroom. It's not a secret that I forget to eat and feed. Hell, I barely get out to go for a run after taking over the school.
So, when Max mentioned the word feed, my vision tunneled. I was still sitting on his lap so his scent had completely engulfed me. My vision zeroed in on his neck, and I wanted nothing more than to sink my teeth in.
I knew that Max was enjoying me sucking on his neck, and I was so close to biting into him. Then I got a grip on myself, and pulled back. When Max offered himself up to me after that, it took every ounce of willpower I had to deny him.
Now here we are sitting in my kitchen, talking and eating. It seems so casual, and comfortable. I don't want it to end.
Is it always going to feel like t
