“You can feed from me if you want.” Those words left my mouth before I could think about them.
I knew how much effort Draven was putting into stopping his instincts, but I didn't want to see him struggle. Besides, I have heard that when vampires feed from you, it feels fantastic.
His eyes snapped back to mine, and I knew I had driven him to the edge. I should have been scared; the intensity of his gaze should have been enough to make me take my offer back, but I didn't want to.
I was not scared.
Not of him.
Not of us.
Draven’s breath hitched, his fingers flexing at his sides as he fought the urge. His pupils dilated, the red in his eyes burning like embers. I could see the war raging inside him—the need to protect me battling the darker, primal hunger he kept chained.
"You don’t
