Another peek at Isolde and Angus, from Doomed to Torment!
|October 17, 2012|
“Mm-hm.” As he grazed his teeth against the thick vein alongside her neck, she turned her head a fraction, and her lips parted. Her irregular breathing joined his.
Angus inched his way closer to those heavenly lips, no longer certain of his own actions. He was playing with fire. Only he couldn’t be certain he wouldn’t be the one to burn in the end.