Rayven could hear the loud beating of his heart, his uneven shaky breath mixed with Angelica's. The taste of her blood remained on his tongue, the heat of her body on his skin, and the sound of her moans still echoed in his mind. She had made him lose control completely and he had been scared to hurt her. After all, he had never had a woman in four hundred years and since the day she came to his castle, he had been hungering for her. He had thought that he would get some relief but now that he knew what it felt like to take pleasure from her, he was starving.
He had not meant to take pleasure from her this morning, knowing that she would feel a bit uncomfortable after last night but he couldn't stop himself after sensing her need while drinking her blood.
Leaning back he propped his head on an elbow beside her, then watched as she caught her breath. She was wet and flushed, a sight that made him all hot and bothered again.
