"What if I don't want it?" I snapped, baring my fangs, my hands finding his neck, nails digging into his skin, drawing blood while he fucked me hard against the wall.
"I'll still give it to you," he rasped, groaning as I plunged my fangs deep into his neck and sucked. His blood, all powerful and intoxicating, flowed freely down my throat. "Fuck, Rosie."
His hands tightened on my waist as he pulled out of me. A groan tore out of me from the loss as he wrenched me around, my chest to the railing, the cold stone biting into my skin.
The wound at his throat had sealed, his blood was starting to dry around my lips when he plunged into me again, from behind. The scent of him still clung to the air around us, all sweet and heavy.
I watched the trees sway while he rutted against me. "You'll see," he rasped, "you won't be able to resist the power I'm freely giving you."
