Chapter 29

A moment later, he bit his wrist and held it to my lips. "Here, drink this. It'll make you feel better."

I obeyed, holding his wrist to my lips. This time, it tasted different, delicious. In fact, the more I drank, the more I craved.

"Leila, that's enough," Lance said after a few minutes. I looked into his eyes and he was surprised that I drank so willingly, literally craving his blood. I quickly came to my senses and forced myself to stop.

"I'm sorry," I said, sitting up on the edge of his bed as I wiped my lips. "I don't know what came over me." I was surprised, too, for it actually tasted delicious and I wanted more. "What's wrong with me?"

"I'm not sure," Lance said as he scooted behind me, placing one leg on either side of my body, his erection hitting my ass. He wrapped his arms tightly around my body, covering my arms, and pulled me close. "How do you feel now?" he asked as my breathing slowed.