"What's wrong? Is it because you don't want to be with a girl," she yelled at me, tears welling in her eyes, "is that it?"
I shook my head, a smirk twisting the edges of my mouth. "Princess," I drawled, "it isn't about you being a girl." I stalked forward and caught a pink strand of her hair. I curled it around my finger and then tucked it behind her ear.
"Then what is it?" she asked, her wide eyes looking at my lips from a brief moment.
I sucked in a breath when her lips parted, sending a zing of longing throughout my body. My teeth sharpened and my eyes illuminated. I pinned her against the wall behind her and shoved my face in the spot between her neck and shoulder. The sandalwood scent that she emanated assaulted my nose and it took all of me not to sink my fangs into her pulsating jugular. I could hear the blood rushing through her veins.
I raised my head slightly, my lips grazing her earlobe. "It's because you turn me on so much I can't fucking think. You invade all my senses and break all of my control." My tongue snaked out and licked the back of her ear, a shiver rolling through me as my fangs brushed against her sun-kissed neck.
I shuddered again, painfully pulling my mouth away from her neck. I was nearly salivating at the thought of sinking my fangs into her. She didn't dare move while I yanked myself away.
Tears began to well in my eyes and I cursed myself at being so weak. I'd spent years gaining the control I needed to make sure I didn't hurt anyone again, and here I was associating myself with the very thing I had no control with.
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