Medusa Dracul

“He shakes his head minutely. “What are you doing to me?” he breathes, his eyes never leaving mine. I’m loving you, I think. But I can’t say that, so I show him instead. I close the small distance between us, pressing my lips to his. He groans softly, a sort of primal noise that begins in the back of his throat and makes my tongue quiver as it finds his. His other hand goes to my waist, to the place where I am scarred underneath all that pretty coloured ink, and I shudder involuntarily. He moves the hand on my face to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, kissing me deeper. I feel like I am falling forever, but it is a good fall. It feels amazing. It feels like I was born to love this man.”
― Lili St. Germain, Six Brothers