The night had been perfect. Soren lay in Lian’s bed — their bed now, though neither would admit the claim — her body still humming from the third feeding of the evening.
He had taken her throat, then her wrist, then the tender flesh behind her knee, each bite deeper than the last, each venom dose more potent. She was floating, drowning, flying all at once.
“Lian,” she moaned, her fingers tracing the bite marks on her throat. “Again. Please.”
He hovered above her, his pale skin luminous in the candlelight, his c**k hard and heavy against her thigh. “Greedy little thing. You’ll overdose on my venom.”
“I don’t care.” She arched up, her n*****s brushing his chest. “I need you… I need this.”
He growled, the sound vibrating through her bones, and lowered his mouth to her breast—
The window
