(WARNING: MATURE SCENES)
ESABEL PIERRAN COULD COUNT the number of men she had ever felt attracted to off the tips of her fingers.
None.
Until the one holding her in his arms...
When she'd first seen him standing so tall and beautiful before the statue of the Eagle god, she felt a raw longing to be in his hold. To wrap her hands around him and just dissolve into his embrace. Into his bright moon eyes and into his darkness.
The shadows around his heart.
There were many of course. Tendrils of blackness that kept him bound to his nature as a Bloodchild. As a Vampire, and as the Dragon Reborn. Staring at him those moments ago, Esabel had made a decision. If he was so intent on keeping himself detached from the palpable attraction between them, why not give him what he desired?
What his darkness desired? Why not give him what those tendrils of smoke and ash wanted?
Why not give him her blood?
