Confusing Feelings

Valentina lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, her body still humming from the sensation of Lucian's fangs in her inner thigh. It was as if the memory of his bite had imprinted itself on her skin, the echo of it pulsing faintly with every beat of her heart. The cool silk sheets clung to her heated skin, a stark contrast to the fevered warmth that still lingered from his touch.

She raised a trembling hand to her thigh, brushing her fingertips over the spot where his fangs had sunk into her. The skin was tender and sensitive, and she felt it down to her bones.

The sharpness of his teeth, the heat of his breath—everything had felt so raw, so primal, awakening something deep within her that terrified her as much as it excited her.

What am I doing? The thought echoed in her mind, but even now, the desire coursing through her body overshadowed her reason.