Ravić placed a glass of blood on the bedside table next to me, the crimson liquid catching the dim light of his bedroom.
It was a few hours after sunset, or at least that's what I was told the moment I opened my eyes.
We had spent the entire day fucking, napping and rediscovering every inch of our bodies. Even when it had only been two nights we've been apart, it felt like years had gone by. It was like the wall that once held us back had crumbled in a glorious, chaotic rush the moment we surrendered to our feelings.
We just couldn't get enough. Insatiable.
I picked up the glass, savoring the sweet, tangy taste of blood that had become my obsession. Ravić had taken me to places all over the city, determined for me to love this new life of mine. From bars to exclusive spots, each one offered a different kind of blood and he showed me how, like any drink, it could be savored, enjoyed and even paired with the right moments.
