I was suddenly, overwhelmingly tired, and… thirsty. It didn’t matter my body had been in a prostrate position for two years or that I drank from Dorian not too long ago. Christopher still wore a smirk on his sexy lips, and I wondered what he was thinking. Pushing off the wall, he sauntered over and casually lowered himself to a spot next to me on the chaise. For some reason I imagined him and I in Sharra. Me in the heavy dress. Him dressed like a fairy-tale Prince. The way he’d talked to me about kusala and akusala—balance in all things. Perception, and how good and evil depended upon it. The way we kissed and drank each other’s blood. He’d brought out feelings—of lust, of hunger, of need. I enjoyed it very much. The memory sent heat to my cheeks. His smile grew bigger. “What are you thinking?” He brushed his fingers along my elbow, sending tingles through my arm. Blood. More blood.
What do You think about Blood And Snow 9: Love Bleeds?
