Chapter 99
- I nipped at her jaw again, dragging my tongue along the nick from my knife so I could taste the tang of her blood, and felt the scratches she’d left on my throat burn in response.
- She turned her head toward mine to break the contact. “I don’t want this,” she said in a fragile voice.
- But my vita was not weak. She was strong. She was passionate. She did want this. She wanted me. And she needed to remember that.