Lucius's POV
I didn't mean for it to go this far.
But once her blood hit my tongue, I knew I couldn't stop. The moment her scent reached my senses, it was as if everything else vanished—the room, the noise, even the bond itself. It was just her, her pulse in my ears, her heart beating in rhythm with my own, and that damn, intoxicating blood of hers, flowing so sweetly, so perfectly into me.
Her blood. Aphrodisiac .
I had to force myself to pull back. The taste of her—of her blood—was like nothing else I'd ever experienced. It was addictive, pure. I knew I shouldn't want more. I knew the danger of what it would mean if I kept drinking, kept pulling from her. But I couldn't help myself. Every pull of my fangs sent more waves of that sweet, overwhelming ecstasy rushing through my veins.
