Lance never made a move to seduce me while I sat on his lap and he rocked me back and forth in his arms, stroking my hair, and rubbing down my arms and my back. Suddenly, I could smell the blood pulsing beneath his skin. My breath quickened and my lips started exploring his neck. His scent was just too much to resist. "You smell so good "

"You're craving blood," Lance said, then bit into his wrist. A moment later, crimson blood was running down his arm.

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