I closed the small distance between us and crushed my lips against his.
I can't stand it anymore. And neither can he.
In a blur, he pressed me hard against the glass, ripping his jacket away from my shoulders along with his shirt, buttons scattering around us. But neither of us cared, with the way we're devouring one another.
"I love you, Rosie," he growled, breath hot against my lips.
Thank god he was already shirtless, because I just sink my fangs deep into his neck, easy.
His head snapped back with a guttural groan, the hard length of him grinding against my middle like a promise of what's to come.
"Fuck," he groaned, as I relished on the steady flow of his blood sliding through my tongue.
I had never tasted anything sweeter, darker and definitely, more intoxicating. Though his blood didn't do anything to sate the raw hunger in me, but it fed something deeper, much more demanding. Something that only he can give.
