Luca felt like all his rationality started to evaporate as Ayana's fragrance attacked his smell. Luca's eyes trailed into Ayana's neck and his eyes focused on the pulsating part that could be caught by his naked eyes.
Luca never once doubts that Ayana's blood would be less alluring than her smell. He was tempted to taste her blood, but the relational part of him held himself back. If he tastes her and her blood is really to his liking, so what? What if Ayana was afraid of this beast and wild part of him. What if he was addicted to the taste and wanted to have more of her.
Luca felt his heart and mind calmed down instantly as the thought of Ayana's terrifying gaze flashed in his mind.
"You would be the death of me, Ayana," Luca murmured as he closed his eyes and rested his temple on Ayana's head.
