Love Letters and Thirst Tonics (Moonvale Matches Book 1)

23. Fiella

Ouch.

I had never been bit by another vampire before, but gods damn did it sting.

Wait.

Oh.

Oh.

My veins flooded with warmth, and the sensation pooled in my stomach.

Redd latched on harder, letting out a sound somewhere between a growl and a groan. I could hear his heart thundering as he swallowed me down, pulling my blood into his mouth, his throat working rhythmically.

He adjusted his position on top of me, trying to get a better angle to access my vein while he drank.

He threaded his fingers into my hair, lifting my head and tilting it slightly.

One of his knees slid between my legs. I jolted at the contact, heat roiling in my core.

Redd’s weight settled on top of me as his fangs sunk deeper into my skin, pain blending seamlessly with pleasure. He pinned me down, restricting my movements and holding me hostage.

He was the hunter, and I was his prey.

I writhed beneath him, trapping the moan that threatened to escape my throat. I didn’t want him to know how much I was enjoying this, but my body betrayed me.

I ground my hips against his leg as the blinding pleasure of his bite flowed through me, mindless with bliss. He growled and yanked my head back even further, and the bite of pain in my scalp heightened the delicious sensations.

Long seconds passed, and I hoped he would never stop.

I prayed to the Old Gods that he would never stop.

But eventually he did.

I felt his fangs slip from my throat, and his tongue swiped over the mark, soothing the sting.

My head was spinning, my mind blurry and my thoughts jumbled.

My vision faded into darkness as I slipped into a deep, dark sleep.