Chapter 84: Blood
Everything in her stopped.
Her fight, her thoughts, her heart, her very breath all ground to a halt when he kissed her.
Sensations she had never known took her over. Erik's lips were soft, so warm and firm against her own. Gently he moved them against hers, and eventually she began to follow his movements. Mya did not feel the shift in her blood lust, did not even sense that it had started to die down, that the emotions that had once powered her change were now morphing into something else, something undeniable, incontrollable: desire.
Erik broke away from her, leaving her gasping both for breath and for his return. Mya tried to follow, but his hand was still in her hair, grasping the strands tighter, and she hoped, nearly prayed, that it meant he felt a shred of what she did.