She couldn’t answer, preoccupied with their tangling tongues and the way his muscles moved under her hands.
He chuckled into their kiss then leaned over her so that he could continue kissing her from a better angle. Victor’s lips wandered down and across the hollow of her neck, his fangs rasping against the delicate skin. He marked her neck. “I hope you don’t mind,” he murmured against her, “it’s something that I can’t help but do to you Summer.” His accent was thick as his arousal continued to grow.
“Can’t help,” she laughed, head tipped back. It tickled, the prickle of his fangs against her skin. Tickled, and the heat rose in her veins, wrapped in his arms. “I still don’t understand why you say that.”