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A dark, intoxicating heat flooded my chest. A tremor ran through my entire body. My skin prickled. My pulse thundered.
I was supposed to hate him. I did hate him.
But lords… I liked this far too much.
I looked down to notice that my fingers were already trembling with excitement despite how tightly I was clutching the towel to my chest.
Was he truly that desperate? Had his hunger grown so consuming that he would debase himself like this for just a taste of my blood?
The power of it was so addictive that my head started to feel light.
"I am stunned by how well you take instructions," I whispered.
His jaw tightened. A muscle ticked beneath his eye. But he said nothing.
The silence was deafening. My skin flushed with heat that had nothing to do with the bath.
I leaned in closer, drawn by some force I could not name.
Or was this power?
Now I could almost understand why he had been so drunk on it.
But now, he was so docile and had just done what I had told him to do.
