Her eyes trailed along his face, her breath catching in her throat as she observed every inch of Simon's features.
His skin was pale, his hair long and wild, a dark contrast against his hauntingly crimson eyes.
A flush of warmth spread over her cheeks, creeping from her neck to her face in a soft crimson hue.
The intensity of the moment stirred something deep within her, a longing that refused to be ignored.
She had felt it before, the sensation when Simon had fed on her blood — when his fangs had sunk into her skin, when the primal act had brought her to the edge of something she couldn't quite understand.
It was pleasure, but it was more.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but it was no use. The memory of the sensation — a heady mix of pleasure and something darker — lingered in her senses.
