Her blood carried a sweet, addictive taste—golden and divine. A bizarre taste different from anything Nikolai tasted. His fangs sank into her pale neck. Clara's lips trembled as she uttered a lovely cry, pressing them together, attempting to muffle the sound.
"Brother, Nikolai." Her quivering voice failed to reach his ears, for he could only focus on the ambrosia flooding his throat.
Delicious.
He wrapped both arms around her, squeezing tightly.
A mixture of hunger and desire.
The wet sound of his lips sucking on her neck echoed in the empty apartment, nobody to stop as their bodies slammed against the wall. Thud! Her heart pounded, faster, faster... his hands gripped her hips, fingers sinking into her soft flesh.
"Brother..... Brother.... It's strange."
She cried out, a sense of pleasure that confused her senses as Nikolai's touch, scent, and taste overwhelmed her body.
A young fairy's blood, too addictive, too delicious.
