"You're making this so much harder than it should be. I was hoping to savor this moment, but now I have to rush my meal, instead." He sounds disappointed, not angry, and the difference makes me shudder.
It's worse than him being infuriated. It shows that my struggles are no more than an inconvenience to him.
When his fangs break skin, the pain is unbearable.
It's worse than fire in my veins. It's an ache so deep that my entire body throbs and burns, I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out; I can't breathe.
Skimming over the pain is an ecstasy that taunts me with bliss, tantalizing with its lack of pain. I yearn for it, wanting to sink in, wanting to escape this torture—
Eyes, Ava! Selene shouts. Go for the eyes!
With a desperate cry, I jab my fingers toward his face, aiming for those cold, mocking eyes. He jerks his head back and I can feel my neck rip and tear, blood pouring.
