Ethan's POV
In return, she responded with an intense eagerness and hunger that showed her passion for me.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer as she deepened the kiss. In her passion, her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to taste mine even more.
Minutes passed as we lost ourselves in the heated embrace on the dimly lit staircase until I felt a sharp sting on my lip. A soft gasp escaped me as she sucked at the tiny wound she had made and savored the taste of my blood with a passionate zeal.
My breath hitched, and I pulled back slightly only to meet her half-lidded gaze.
Suddenly, curiosity sparked within me and I asked the question I had been meaning to ask her.
"Virelle, why do you always prick my lips whenever you get excited? I know vampires prefer the warm rich blood from the main veins, like the jugular on our necks. Yet, you have never once bitten me there."