The soft and small whisper made the skin on his back stand on end.
Chills went up his body when her lovely and fragile hand caressed his body and removed his wet coat.
"Don't do this, Irene," Allan whispered, taking a deep breath and trying to contain the heat in his body. It was a difficult task, even for him and his forceful composure as a military man.
He couldn't deny that he was tempted, much more than ever. After more than a hundred years, he had not tasted human blood, only small animals that passed through the small part of the forest he was imprisoned in could enter his palate. The sweet temptation of a woman's blood was testing his patience.
He, too, hadn't touched or kissed a woman in so many years, he barely remembered how he felt until he met Eva. But now, the heat and his instincts were calling him to touch the woman who had already opened his wet shirt, teasing his skin with her fingers, and was caressing his chest and abs.
