oom, ignoring their protests. He stepped into the hallway and pulled the heavy doub

e low hum of the ventilation system and the harsh

lled them off finger by finger, the leather peeling away f

he said, her voice flat and b

e whiskey glass. He didn't wipe it. He didn't even look at it. The crimson drops splattered onto t

rturned with a crash, skidding across the floor a

in waves. His bleeding hand left faint red smears on the velvet wallpaper as he passed.

er spine was ramrod strai

ith a dull thud, the impact knocking the air from her lungs as he caged her in. His bleedi

of her neck. He inhaled deeply, his nose dr

st her skin, his voice rough and drunk

eyes were like ice. "Watch your mouth," she said

blow. Three years of suppressed jea

ng into her jaw. The metallic scent of his own blood mixed wit

k. It was brutal, punishing, and tasted like stale whiskey and blood-

r's chest. She immediately shoved

t, pushing hard. His body was like a b

h and bit down on h

both their mouths-fresh and warm,

d harder, deepening the kiss, mixing their blood

pped back an inch, his chest heaving. His bleeding hand

his, he couldn't tell. His eyes were wild, like a starving wolf. The cu

this city," he whispered, his breath

he face. The sound cracked through the room lik

er wrist with his bloody hand before she could pull it back. He squeezed

her brow fur

g into the door frame as he walked out. He kicked the ruined coffee table out of the way