Luna had always imagined that making contact with the Vampire King would spell her end. Yet, as their skins met, nothing of the sort transpired. The realization alleviated her panic, replaced by a rush of emotions she hadn't anticipated.
She drew in a shuddering breath, relief washing over her as his grip on her throat loosened. The sensations running through her were unexpected; the pressing warmth of an unfamiliar male against her, the intoxicating allure of his aura, and the lurking threat that he could, if he chose, crush her like delicate porcelain.
"What is your name, Concubine?" the Vampire King whispered.
His silence, when she failed to answer, was punctuated only by a provocative roll of his hips. The insistent press of his arousal against her made her eyes clench shut, desperate to ward off the flood of dangerous thoughts threatening to consume her.
