Page 124 of Marked By His Hunger
Clothed.
On an infirmary bed.
With a demon-winged Monster who tasted like dark chocolate and red wine and something older than both.
His mouth dragged from my lips down my jaw.
To my neck.
His tongue traced the sensitive skin there before his teeth grazed lightly.
A warning.
A promise.
“Please,” I breathed, arching.
My magic flared faintly beneath my skin—violet light flickering at the edges of my vision.
His eyes darkened to a deep, molten purple.
“Serena.”
He was holding back.
I could feel it.
The same way I could feel the hunger.
The bond.
The thread tightening.
“Do it,” I whispered.
It shocked me how much I meant it.
I wanted his fangs on my neck.
Needed it.
Like it would finish something that had started on the dock.
Understanding flashed between us.
His lips pulled back.
Fangs bared fully.
Heat surged through me.
I tilted my head.
Exposing my throat.
“Mine,” he growled—and then the door slammed open.
Chapter 13-Serena
