Chapter One-Two-Five: Hand

Adrian M. Knox.

The scent of watermelon and red wine burned itself in his lungs the more he pressed her closer to him—it was dizzying and delicious; even her blood that hung onto his teeth held the taste of refreshing watermelon sangria.

His hands that gripped her back slid down to the curve of her ass to lift her so he could swing inside her more easily.

She was so warm and tight that he couldn’t envision a more perfect fit for his length, so much so that his pace picked without his conscious attention; the only thing that irked him about her the moment was the hoodie she had on; he needed to get rid of the grey-

A dull sting pressed itself onto his shoulder, but he could barely feel the pain until he turned to her and noticed the redness of her teeth, then the tears brimming her eyes as she clung on to him as if he were her last breath.

She bit him like a little vampire—adorable, simply, exquisite—everything about her remained exquisite. If only he had known about these sides of her