"Ember," Donovan whispered, almost as if he were begging her to stop him.

"It's ok," she whispered.

He groaned with hunger as he pulled her to his chest and a heartbeat later, he was pressing his mouth to her neck. Ember gasped softly at the action and when she felt his fangs sink into her throat she expected the same pain that she'd felt her last night in Sinaia.

But instead, it was a strange mixture of pain and pleasure.

Ember clutched Donovan's arms as he ...