Suddenly, I had the desperate urge to look at her lovely face, so I pulled my mouth from her neck and took her wrist instead. I bit into it without bothering to ask her. She bit her lip against the pain and watched as I drank from her wrist.
Every sense I had was filled with Sofia Claremont—the scent of her, the feel, the taste, the sight, the sound of her sweet voice humming our song.
Eventually, I pulled my teeth out of her wrist and then grabbed her waist to pull her against me so I could kiss her again. It wasn't until our lips parted that the guilt began to sink in.
Sofia was the one who pulled away from the kiss. I didn't even realize it until she called me out on it. "Derek…are you crying?"
I tried to hold the tears back, but I couldn't. At the sight of the blood trickling from her neck and from her wrist, I couldn't help but break down right in front of her. "How can we stay this way, Sofia?"
