Selene's POV
Instead of sinking his fangs into me, I realized he was only grazing them against my skin, teasing, testing, making me ache with both fear and want. At the same time, his hand moved lower, sliding another finger deep inside me. My body jolted, back arching as a broken cry tore from my lips. I spread my legs wider, unable to stop myself, shameless under his touch. His fingers filled me, curling, pumping with a rhythm that left me gasping. He lowered his mouth to my throat, not biting, not sinking his fangs in, but sucking. His lips dragged against my pulse, pulling the skin into his mouth, his tongue stroking, wet and hot. I trembled, waiting—waiting for the sharp pierce of his fangs, for the poison to meet him, for the moment everything would end. But it never came.