At his touch, Bianca quivered and he let out a dark sound, which rumbled through his chest into her. He continued to devour her, brand her with his touch. Every damn emotion that he had felt for her all those years poured in that kiss. He didn't know what to do with himself, what to do with her. All he wanted was to merge with her, or merge her with him.
"Bianca," he breathed as his lips went back to her neck again and nibbled at a spot where her artery throbbed the most. He grazed his fangs there, which had sharpened smelling her blood. He was dying to bite, sink his teeth in her flesh.
