Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
Today I felt like sharing another excerpt from my summer vampire story, Fangscreen.
Hunger ravished my mind, plunging my fangs deep into the flesh. They punctured without interference, blood welling from the wound on his perfect body.
My lips released off him, my tongue stilled. Laiken did not tremble as I held him, blood streaking off his shoulder. His hand caressed the back of mine, pulling it from his chest. I was helpless to stop him, my fangs nearly retracted as I ached to flee into the night.
He guided my hand lower, letting my palm trace the peaks of his abs.