He growled then plunged his tongue into my mouth, capturing my lips in his. His hands cupped my jaw, angling my head back while he thrust his tongue in and out of my mouth. I gripped his waist and yanked his body flush against mine. His body was already ready and begging for me through his jeans. I broke our kiss to suck one of his fangs into my mouth. He rolled his hips against mine and we both moaned.

I licked down the length of his fang to the tip then whispered against his mouth, “how’s that passion feeling for you now?”

His fingers slipped between the waistband of my cotton underwear and my skin. There was a second of pressure on my hips before he growled — cold air swept over my whole body as he ripped my jeans and underwear off of me in one pull. I gasped and fisted his shirt but he spun me around so fast the room wobbled a little. He grabbed my hair and twirled it in his grip then yanked my head back. My breath left me in a rush. Our eyes met in the bathroom mirror in front of me. I was naked from head to toe while he remained fully clothed and something about that had me squirming. I bit my lip and moaned as I pushed my bare ass into his hips, searching for some relief in the hard ridge of his body he hadn’t pulled out yet. His other hand slid a scorching path over my hip then down between my legs, sliding right over that sweet spot. My hips twitched. A moan escaped my mouth before I clamped my lips shut.

A low, sexy growl left his lips. He lowered his head to the side of my throat, pressing his lips right to that spot where I wanted his fangs. In the mirror, his blue and white gaze held mine. The tip of his finger moved in a slow circle over my sensitive body, making me tremble. “Stubborn little thing, aren’t we?”

“You can make a mess of me all you want. But one of us has to handle—” I gripped the edge of the sink, my fingers brushing over broken edges of tile. He had broken it. That made me grin as I pushed my ass into him. “—this⁠—”

His fangs pierced through the soft skin of my throat, sinking into my vein. I whimpered as need burned in my stomach. His fingers worked between my legs, moving in perfect synchronization with the pull of his lips on my skin. I rolled my head back onto his shoulder to give him better access to my vein.

I reached up with one hand and pulled his hand out of my hair, with my other hand I yanked his from between my legs. “I don’t want your fingers⁠—”