A Blood Offering.

Vasilis.

My mouth trailed along the length of her neck, the alluring softness of her silky skin sending me teetering on the brink of an incinerating oblivion I would gladly succumb to if it meant that I could have her all to myself.

Mine, and mine alone.

Her fingers laced through my hair as she moaned and rolled her hips against mine, awakening a menacing, desperately feral need within me.

Fuck.

I had to stop. If I didn't stop now I wouldn't be able to stop myself again.

I paused for a moment, chest heaving as I pulled myself together...or rather, attempted to. Then. I pulled my mouth from her neck with such infernal difficulty.