As Sullivan's lips made contact with her neck, Maxine's breath hitched in her throat. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't deny the intoxicating allure of his touch.
...
Maxine knew what she was falling into but right now, her body was not succumbing to her, or rather, she was not succumbing to her mind.
...
His lips were cool against her skin, and yet, they ignited a fire within her that she couldn't quell. It was a paradox of sensations—fear and desire entwined in a dangerous dance.
Sullivan's voice was a seductive whisper against her ear, his words dripping with a sensual promise. "I can show you pleasures beyond your wildest imagination, Maxine. A world of ecstasy and darkness that only I can offer."
Whatever Sullivan was doing was the seduction he had planned all along.
If she could allow him and give her access to her blood, then his hunger for her blood would at least dissolve.
