47. Hints of the Past

AGNARR.

Pleasure slams through me, breaking the dams on my emotions and self-control.

My mind is blank, save the carnal instinct that burns through my veins. I fucking want to ravage her, and I don’t care that she’s exhausted. I need another taste to satiate the hunger that consumes me.

The moment she bit into my neck, my hand twisting into her hair as I roughly kiss her shoulder, I was in a fucking haze.

I never knew having one’s blood drunk could be so sexually arousing…

She suddenly tenses, pulling away. Her heart is pounding, and that’s when I realise with a damning clarity that the electrifying jolts of pleasure are still dancing between us where our skin is touching.

What have I done? Has the spell broken fully?

I let go of her, as if I’ve been burned and I can sense her panic within my mind?

‘I’ve marked him!’ her thought rings in my head.

The words send a rush of cold through me and I touch my neck, feeling the light throbbing where she had bitten me, before I look acr