[Millenia Raviel.img]
Kai sat trapped beneath her, feeling the subtle shift of her hips against his lap.
Her mouth was at his throat, drinking slowly, and the sensation blooming through his bloodstream wasn't pain; it was dizzying bliss.
Oh, this is not good.
Every swallow sent another wave of heat curling through his abdomen, settling heavily between his legs.
His hands stayed firm on her waist, partly to anchor himself, mostly to remember she was real.
Silk and muscle and impossible lightness, a predator who chose to sit in his lap rather than tear his throat out.
After another minute or ten, time blurred pleasantly. Millenia withdrew her fangs.
A soft sigh escaped her as she lapped delicately at the twin puncture wounds, sealing them with a cool touch of magic.
She drew back just enough to meet his eyes.
Her own were darker now, pupils blown wide, glowing faintly with stolen vitality.
"Delicious," she murmured, her thumb stroking the side of his neck.
