Magnus bit down hard on his bottom lip, his Adam's apple bobbing as Alora's mouth latched onto his neck. As she began to draw his blood, a deep growl rumbled through his chest, vibrating against her.
His hand on her back pressed her closer, encouraging her to savor the taste. Though his blood wasn't human, it was richer, more potent, and undeniably intoxicating.
His hand moved to the back of her head as his fingers entangled in her soft tresses, caressing and pulling on them. He didn't stop her since this moment was special for him, for them.
After a while, Alora slowly pulled back, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. Her eyes met his, noticing the intensity in his red orbs, and then her gaze dropped to his lips.
He had just released his bottom lip from his teeth, and the sight made her heart race with an unfamiliar sensation. She licked her lips, trying to steady her breathing, but the heat of his gaze made it nearly impossible.
