The metallic scent of blood mix with his intoxicating scent of danger. He always smelled like wildflowers and spices.
She was terrified without a doubt but yet, a part of her craved the danger. Abrielle admitted to one fact he was driving her crazy.
The kiss was short, his head bending over to the crook in her neck.
"As much as it feels pleasurable to ruin the one threat close to me, I can't because hurting you is worse than kill myself. Most of the time I want to cherish you more than everything including my life. Your existence is driving me crazy I don't think it's normal for me to want to love someone so much that I also want to ruin you for hurting me so much Abrielle but in the end I am helpless against you."
His teeth grazed her skin, she was terrified but also excited. He wasn't the only one growing crazy. Her legs clenched as a sudden ache there hit her. She was being turned on by the danger.
