The moonlight painted Elysia’s pale skin as she leaned over Renée, fingers tracing engorged nipples. “You taste like sin,” Elysia whispered, lips grazing Renée’s clit, then a full lick.
Renée shivered, tilting her head. “Then drink deep.”
Fangs pierced flesh, and warmth flooded Elysia’s mouth—sweet, intoxicating. But as she swallowed, her body burned. She pulled back, gasping.
Renée smiled, eyes flashing crimson. “You thought ‘I’ was prey?”
Elysia collapsed, breath ragged.
“You poor thing,” Renée purred, “you’re not the only predator tonight,” licking her lips. “And I’m still hungry.”
