The bite

"I promise not to tell," Verina said, her dark brows furrowed, eyes blinking at him, unaware of the filthy thoughts in his mind.

Maxim cleared his throat and looked away slightly, his mouth pressed together to suppress the urge to pounce on her.

It must be his desires for sex; perhaps he was only feeling this way because he wanted to bed her, but hell!

She was a human, and this thought was wrong. He would never, for any reason, have a human in his bed. He scoffed, laughing internally that he even thought of her that way.

"Very well," he mustered the courage to let his thoughts stray from even thinking of bedding her, but when he looked back at her - at the thickness of her lashes sweeping over those tired brown eyes, at her pointed nose and tiny face with her small pouted brown lips - he wanted nothing but to run his hand on her, caress her long slender neck till he passed his hand over the blue silk top wrapped over her chest.