Selis's breath hitched again, and his hand slid from her waist to the small of her back, anchoring her against him.
It was not rough—if anything, it was steady, almost protective—but there was no mistaking the hunger in the way he drank.
When he finally pulled back, his lips lingered a fraction longer than necessary. He exhaled against her skin, and she shivered. The wound had already closed under the strange magic of his bite, leaving only the memory of it throbbing in her pulse.
Lucian's eyes met hers, the hunger still there, tempered now by something unreadable. "That should keep me steady . . . for a while."
Selis swallowed hard, unsure if she wanted to step away or stay exactly where she was.
"You . . . what about my satisfaction?" she asked, her voice low and breathy, heat still pooling in her stomach, aching for release.
"Huh?" Lucian looked at her, as if she'd just insulted his honor.
