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One of his hands slid down to my ass. The other cupped my face, tilting my head back. His lips met mine softly.

Gently.

Sweetly.

I kissed him back, my tongue moving slowly with his.

It was warm.

Intimate.

Everything.

We moved together as we kissed, the flames of desire burning between us.

His lips finally trailed down my throat and over my shoulder, and he murmured, “Bite me, Si.”

I was too lost to my lust to protest.

Even if I hadn’t been, I knew it was inevitable. I needed his blood in my veins.

My fangs were already descended when my lips pressed to the side of his neck.

My teeth pierced his skin, and his taste filled my mouth.

Sweet.

Spicy.

Hot.

Perfect.

He tasted perfect.

With one motion, Beck rolled us over. My back met the mattress, and he thrust into me harder.

Faster.

Rougher.

My venom was stealing his control, tuning him into his basest needs and desires.

I moaned against his skin as he drove into me again, and again, taking me over the edge of my pleasure.

Feeding from him was bliss.

Absolute bliss.

I never wanted it to end.

He roared with his climax, filling me with his release.

I cried out, my fangs sliding free of his skin as I shattered once more.

We were both breathing hard when we came down from the high. The weight of Beck’s body pressed against mine, comfortable in a way I never would’ve expected.

“You’re incredible.” His lips brushed my forehead, and he squeezed my ass lightly. “How is feeding from the vein?”