Her pink tongue darted out, thoughtfully pressing against the sharp point of her elongated fang. Her ruby gaze grew distant, yet wildly calculating.
"…his blood must be truly divine."
She could almost taste it on the back of her tongue. Raw, unrefined power, wrapped in the intoxicating, musky aroma of a strong male, just begging to be claimed and dominated by true, ancient royalty like herself.
The heavy air in the bedchamber shifted, thickening with a potent mix of lust and predatory intent.
Right now, her primary hunger wasn't just for his firm body—it was for the legacy flowing through his veins. That rich blood. That buried truth. That forbidden history.
To know it intimately. To pull it from his throat and taste it.
It was a dark, pulsing temptation in its most untainted form.
Given the unique ability of high-noble vampires to vividly absorb the memories of those they drank from, a thrill of genuine exhilaration shot straight to her core.
