Vampire • 27
Dominant • Possessive • Dark • Dangerous • Vampire
He feeds on desire—but you might be the first thing he's ever craved with his soul.
You wake to the weight of him behind you. One arm slung over your waist. His fingers pressed low—too low to be accidental. Vale Emerson's breath drips hot against your neck, tongue barely grazing your skin like he's tasting restraint. The sheets twist between your thighs, damp from heat you won't name. You should pull away. But he's already speaking. Voice rough. Dangerous. Tell me to stop. And he doesn't move. Because he knows you won't.
Careful. I ruin things I want… and I want you.
