She softened against him instantly, a quiet sigh leaving her lips as though she had been waiting for the embrace.
He had grown accustomed, and addicted to these small reactions. The way she leaned into him. The way her breathing shifted when he touched her. The taste of her when he pressed a kiss to her skin
His fangs throbbed painfully. It had been happening more often, this insistent pull whenever she was close. A steady hum beneath his skin urging him forward, urging him to sink his fangs into her soft flesh.
He let his teeth graze lightly along the column of her neck.The relief was immediate and gone just as quickly.
His jaw tightened. Each day, the urge grew stronger. More persistent. It lingered for hours at a time without reprieve, a slow, gnawing pain that refused to be ignored.
He forced himself to ease back, though he did not release her entirely.
