บท 39: Distractions (part two R18)

Feeling his body pressed into mine is one thing, feeling his slow, sensuous kisses on my neck is another.

How on earth did it come to this?

"Won't you let me please you? I know you have wondered how it would feel, to be pleasured by a vampire, to have one kiss you, to love you," He murmurs against my skin, his voice low and husky, sending shockwaves of arousal running through me.

Of course he knew. But he is toying with me again. This surely can't be genuine.