{"There's just some magic in truth and honesty and openness." }
A haze settled over my mind, thick and consuming, as Frery's fangs pierced my skin once more. The sharp sting melted into something deeper, something intoxicating. His lips sealed around the wound, his tongue lapping hungrily as he drank, each pull sending a slow, burning pleasure through my veins.
A groan rumbled from my chest, my fingers threading into his dark hair. "Freyr..." His name left my lips in a breathless whisper, half a plea, half surrender.
He slurped, his body pressing closer, a low moan escaping him as he indulged in my blood. I felt his pleasure, tasted it in the way he shuddered against me, and it sent a thrill straight through my core. My grip tightened at the back of his head, urging him to take more, to lose himself in me just as I was drowning in him.
