Chapter 53: Fire and Ice

After another fire-dream, I woke up to shuffling.

My skin was on fire. And when I opened my eyes, I saw Sam standing with his back to me, looking like salvation. That's why my body was too hot. It craved his bite. And seeing him, holy fucking moly, did I want him to bite me.

"Sam." I managed to croak out.

He spun around swiftly, a deep frown etched on his face. His gaze fixated on my discarded jeans and top strewn on the floor beside me, casting a slightly perplexed glance my way. He was in the middle of taking his shirt off and still had his fingers on the middle button.

Oh, that cool skin.

"I don't feel well." I murmured, my voice barely more than a pathetic whisper.

Abandoning whatever he was doing, Sam was instantly at my side on his knees. His cool, heavenly hand touched my forehead and he flinched back. "Fucking hell, flower, you're burning up." He sounded a little bit shocked but saw him swallow immediately when his eyes went to my neck.

He looked at the entrance of the