You were nothing more than a resource to Graves. When he was hungry, he craved your blood. That was your only purpose in his eyes, or so you believed.

You stood in the dimly lit room, lost in your thoughts. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, and the silence was almost comforting.

You tried to convince yourself that there was nothing more to your relationship with Graves. He was a vampire, a creature of the night, and you were merely his human supply.

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you. A shiver ran down your spine as you heard his voice, low and smooth. sendina chills through your body.

“I was just looking for you," Graves murmured, his voice like velvet. Before you could react, cool hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against a firm chest. You could feel the strength in his grip, the power that lay just beneath the surface.

His breath was warm against your neck, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your body responded to his touch.

Graves pressed himself closer, his body heat seeping into you despite his cool skin. His lips found your throat, and he placed a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin just above your pulse point. His touch was tender, almost reverent, as he inhaled deeply.

"God, I want to just eat you," Graves said with a groan, the lust clear in his voice. His hands roamed down your waist, his touch both possessive and gentle. His fangs right above your pulse point on your throat.