Alex's face was filled with astonishment. Never in his life did he imagine Abigail offering herself to him like this. And this was exactly what his body was dying for right then. It made his body burn with a fire that he never felt before. Just the sight of her naked, slender neck was enough to elevate his thirst to the highest degree, making him feel that not drinking her blood right then would definitely make him burst into flames.
His blood boiled in his veins, scorching hot, burning his throat. The loud thudding of his heart had turned into background music. His head was getting hazy and all his senses were screaming for her blood, his Abigail's blood.
He cursed and cursed inside him, his rationality trying to overcome his demonic instincts, but his body still moved closer, and his head drew closer towards her nape. Her scent and the smell of her blood was so intoxicating that even his brain wavered as it registered how impossibly good it was.
