"Judas, I want you."
Summer's voice trembled, cracking under the weight of her plea. She pressed her body flush against his, her movements frantic beneath the heavy wool blanket.
"Why are you not claiming me?" she begged, her fingers wrapping around his hardening length, stroking with a desperate rhythm. "Even if you don't like me, can you at least fuck me until I beg you to stop?"
Judas looked down. In the dim, flickering orange light of the fire stone, her crimson pupils were swimming in tears.
They spilled over her lashes, tracking hot paths down her pale cheeks. She looked broken and rejected.
'Summer… what is with that expression?' Zephriya's voice echoed in the vampire's mind, sounding genuinely baffled. 'Are you really crying? I didn't think you had enough hydration in you for tears.'
Judas was equally taken aback. He froze, his hand hovering over her waist. His hesitation hadn't been born of disgust or a lack of feelings.
