" It's like I'm always starving. " He claims, biting on my lips.

" Like I just can't get over you. " He announces, breaking the kiss. My lips are now wet and bruised.

" Feel me, little one. " He instructs, taking my hand.

My eyes go wide in shock.

His hunger feels insatiable.

The bulge means one thing. This is going to be a long night.

" Do you want to please me, little mouse? " He asks in a raspy voice.

He says my name, and it doesn’t sound like it should.

The word comes out rough, ...