Capítulo 120: Don't Die

"Make love to me, Draven"

Draven stared at her, her words causing his erection to bulge, and he cursed inwardly. He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him, but seeing her in this pale state troubled him.

"Are you certain?" he asked.

She nodded firmly. "Very certain."

Before Draven could say another word, Madeline sat up, positioning herself on his lap and holding his face in her palm. Ignoring the shock in his eyes, she pressed her mouth hungrily against his.

His lips were soft, and she melted with pleasure from the sweet sensation that coursed through her. Draven didn't need to verbalize it; she could see the pain in his eyes, a pain she had noticed the first time they met but had mistaken for coldness. She had never truly understood him at first.

'He is a dying vampire'

No!