{ "The dead don't walk. They dance." }
Sierra clung to me, her body molding against mine as she drank deeply, her lips warm and wet against my skin. Each pull sent a ripple of heat coursing through me, her eager slurping a soft, sinful sound that made my breath catch. She trembled in my arms, overwhelmed, intoxicated by the taste of me, and the sensation sent a shudder of pleasure down my spine.
Then it happened, the imprinting vampire bond rose.
A surge of something primal and electric ignited between us, blazing through my veins like wildfire. It coiled around my ribs, twisted through my soul, and suddenly, I wasn't just holding her. I was inside her, a part of her, just as she became a part of me. Her hunger, my desire—they fused into something dark and consuming, something that made my body tense with unbearable need.
