As the gown slid down further, his eyes flicked over her exposed form with a mix of hunger and reverence. His hand gently cupped her breast, kneading it with a tenderness that made Melody's breath hitch. His lips followed suit, pressing a kiss to the soft skin there, worshipping every inch of her.
Izaak's eyes darkened with desire as his fangs elongated, their sharp tips gleaming in the dim light as he hovered just above Melody's face. His gaze locked onto hers, filled with both hunger and a tenderness that sent shivers down her spine. "Let me drink from you," he murmured, his voice low and thick with yearning.
Melody's breath quickened, but she gave him a soft, trusting nod. "Please," she whispered, surrendering herself completely to him.
