He pushed her gently back but she tried climbing over him again. He caught her shoulders.
“I need you,” she breathed, wiggling free. She got up into his face, too close to his mouth. “Jonas, please.”
“I can’t.”
Damn it, but his body was reacting without his mind’s permission. A young vampire had no control, everything happened by instinct. He was old enough to know better. He did know better.
If he did this with her right now he would change her. All it would take was one strike. The venom for it was there, he could feel it. He knew how he would curse her; to love him and only him forever. 🔥
Darcy Branwyn 
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