Chapter 41-Take me

Hell, she was on fire with need – both the physical thirst and the carnal one that vampire blood inspired in females bearing the teardrop-and-crescent-moon birthmark.

Absurdly, James fought to distance himself from the gravity of what was happening. He tried to occupy his mind with a clinical mental inventory of her features – anything to dull the erotic movements of her mouth on him – but it was no use. Grace was too real, too damn hot, the way her spine arched and snaked with each long draw of her mouth. Her breath heaved, rapid and deep, and her lips were making deliciously wet noises in the quiet of the room.

Her eyelids flicked open as if to beg permission and James was struck by the lovely amethyst color of her irises now that hunger and desire had darkened them. Her cheeks were pinkening already from his blood in her system, her lips stained a glossy, beautiful red where they held fast to his wrist.

“Finish it,” James told her, his tongue thick, his own mouth dry as bone. “Take