“Quiet,” he hisses as he presses you against the wall. You’re both standing in an alley, it’s empty, but anyone could walk over at anytime. “If you keep whining that loud someone will hear.”

Blade’s teeth graze your collarbone, then he presses a kiss to your neck. You’re addicting to him. He can’t get enough and he hates it. Hates how badly he craves you. “Wrap your legs around me,” he says. “I’ll make this quick.”