CRAVED: Her Blood, Their War.

hina'

phina. I can't d

an explanation, but what he did ne

the nearest table. His lips cra

art l

ngues moved like we had been starving for each other's saliva. I

h just my bra and lingerie underwear. He lowered hi

ed. "You're a really n

me." I whispere

naked breasts with both hands. He smirked as he teased my nipples with his hot, we

lithered with pleasure, clinging to him like a life line. Then his mouth left my nippl

es were

e off the table, carrying me to the sofa. I

feel how soaked I was, my pussy clenc

roaned, squeezing my ass

es again, sucking so ha

moaned before I c

d, like somethin

the kiss. We wer

m confused. Wh

hen my lips met his, he pulled a

before I could f

upted, his breath still sha

ho was he t

ed, the name lingering on my tongue like something half-remem

staring at me like I

said quietly. "Just now.

, my voice cracking.

h, low and cold. "You di

the damp air between us, the heat of my skin, and h

ow anyone na

dn't

trolled, like he was restraining himself. My body was still buzzing. Trembling from plea

sitting on the sofa, my chest bare, l

kind of game you're playing, Seraphina, but if you'

bbing the throw blanket off the back of the couch to cover mysel

door then reached into the

lver flew through the air and landed at

ri

six months ago when he

t opened the door, walked out,

o my chest, heart pounding in the

he door op

a soft voic

topping dead at the sight of me with my hair a mess, c

ked, eyes narrowing as she took in the r

e, his silence, the cold and disgusted way he'd looked at me, the ring

ry. Ugly sobs that cracked through my throat. The blanket slipped down my shoul

he used to when I was a kid and thought the world would end just because I skimmed my knee. She didn't ask questions

ed, her hand stroking my ha

ust lost. The sound of the door slamming, the look in Lucien's eyes, the way his name had

her eyes were already glassy. "Let's get you up," she said softly. "Com

o questions, no judgment, just quiet patience. She even sm

in-the-wall diner we'd discovered in high school. The lights were too bright

tra whipped cream on my hot chocolate, and when my hands trembled too har

ulder, and she rested he

"And you deserve so much better than someon

I just closed my eyes and let her w

hours, sipping hot chocolate, stealing fries off eac

o bed like she used to when I was sick. Then she curle

e said quietly. "You've got

ieved

lways made thing