One kiss. One kiss, a nip at my neck, and he fled.
I thought that would be that, that I would never see him again—him with the features strong
and sharp as if chiseled by the gods, him with dark hair and darker eyes, black but glinted
with golden flecks, him with the large hands that can swallow mine whole.
He was a brutal monster.
A killer.
A vampire.
Still, I craved him.
I desired him.
I worshipped him.
But cravings could be fatal.