Ivan smirked and grabbed a chunk of her hair, careful not to hurt her, and gently yanked her head back. "I'm listening, but you're not making it easy for me to let go."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?"
"Everything you do excites me," he whispered. "It turns me on."
He pulled her closer, positioning her face directly in front of his. He leaned in and buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
Everly's lips parted in confusion, her breath hitching. "Ivan, what are you doing?" she managed to ask, but her voice trailed off as his lips moved to her throat. Her blood rushed, and her heart pounded in her chest. "Ivan stop.."
Ivan's mischievous smile widened. His teeth bared, and his canines unintentionally exposed. His canines itched with the sudden need to bite into her, and he couldn't control it. Gently, he bit into her flesh.
