His lips traveled from hers, leaving her mouth burning with fire. Trailing across her cheek, he stopped at her ear where he suckled the tender lobe. She felt his uneven breathing on her cheek before his lips traveled to nuzzle her neck.

Blood pounded in her brain and leapt to her heart. Her knees quivered.

She gasped at the sudden sharp pain that flared in her neck. Strangely stimulated by the act, electricity flowed through her veins.

She took pleasure in his touch until a stream of moisture trickled down her neck.

What the…?

Opening her eyes, she came back to reality, an even more terrifying realization washing over her.

Oh god. Did he just bite her? Was that blood?

Liz brought her hands up to his chest. It took everything she possessed, mentally and physically, to push him away.

She looked at his face, horrified to see slivers of blood, her blood, trickle from the corners of his mouth. His tongue licked the remnant traces of fluid from his lips, and she shivered.

His lips curved in a half-hearted smile, not the kind she anticipated. Where she expected to see a smirk of possession, she saw an awkward, more of an “oops” type of grin, and she recognized an imperceptible note of pleading in his eyes.

“Who are you?” she whispered, catching her lower lip between her teeth. “What are you?”