The moment his fangs sank into her neck, Naomi's body froze. A sharp sting coursed through her veins, fleeting yet undeniable. But almost instantly, the pain melted into something else—something deeper, more consuming. A warmth unfurled within her, an unexpected surge of desire overtaking her senses.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, Zylan pulled away.
Her breath hitched, her lashes fluttering as her dazed eyes widened. The heat of his forehead pressed against hers, their breaths mingling in the space between them. She barely registered the way his tongue darted out to lick his lips, as if savoring the taste that still lingered.
It was intoxicating. Maddening. The most exquisite sensation he had ever known. And the fact that the pleasure had intensified—doubled, even—because they were doing this together only made it more shocking.
