His Fears

Passion ignited between them, fueled by the time spent apart - an eternity in their world. Asher's fingers wove themselves into Rowena's silky black hair, deepening the kiss further still, as if trying to erase every moment they were forced to spend apart.

Rowena's pale cheeks flushed, betraying the warmth that spread throughout her body at finally being able to have him back in her embrace, safe and sound.

Even if it wasn't long, she yet again realized how she can't stay alone for too long without her man.

A shiver ran down her spine, awakening dormant desires, as she breathed in the alluring scent of Asher's blood, potent and tantalizing. 

Unconsciously, her fangs threatened to extend, eager to taste what she craved most. 

Unable to help herself, she broke the kiss and left trails of kisses along his cheek, her fangs grazing his skin, mapping the veins that throbbed just beneath the surface before, finally, her fangs found their mark on his skin.