The scent of blood is addictive.
Wakana rubs her nose against his adam apple. His body becomes tense. The searing pain spreads from his heart as if a hundred knives are growing in his chest, ready to pierce through his flesh and cut his body into countless pieces. He's going to explode into pieces. Is this what Choi Minho was talking about?
He utters through clenched teeth. "Wakana, stop..."
"I can't," She murmurs against his skin with an intoxicating voice. Her hot breath tickles his flesh like a cool breeze. His body jerks. Minami Sei lets out a muffled scream. She gives him a weak smile, feeling a stabbing pain in her chest. Her voice is melancholic with a hint of loss. "I don't know how to stop."
