VICTORIA

We were just a breath apart, and I saw him lower his face to kiss my cheeks.

He licked my tears with patience, slowly moving toward my lips.

I didn’t stop him—I let him kiss me.

His mouth moved over mine, his tongue tracing the edges, trying to slip inside.

He gently laid me back on the blankets, his hard chest pressing against mine, one hand holding my back and the other gripping my waist.

I felt his weight dominate me, pinning me to the ground, settling between my legs.

His sensual kiss turned deeper, more passionate, more aggressive.

Our fangs clashed, and lust pulsed hot in our veins.

His hand slid up my skirt, caressing my bare thighs.

In the dark, our muffled moans blended with the sound of desperate kisses.

I was itching with need, craving to feed. My pupils narrowed to crimson slits.

It had been a long time since I’d made love, and I liked it rough—hard, wild—something that drove me insane with pleasure and made me scream like a slut.

I’m not two-faced like Lyra—I kno