“I said stop, Eve.” A dark musky smell emitted from Ruan's skin. It was possession. “You don't know what you're asking of me.” Eve had spent an entire month begging Ruan to drink from her. To share one of the most erotic experiences a vampire and mundane could share. Yet he'd denied her. Now, there was no turning back “Either drink from me now, proving to yourself that you have the strength to do this, or let me fulfill my personal obligation to your race on my terms.” Stifling a gasp, she punctured her skin with the tip of the blade, then lifted the steel to examine it. Her blood, red and thick, hung on the edge. “That's only fair, given what we both want, don't you think?”With a hollow-sounding groan, Ruan snatched her hand and licked her palm, sending chills exploding through her hand.