Chapter 269

Chapter 269:

I wanted her close—to see her face, to breathe in her caramel scent, to catch those smiles that had become my favorite.

When I had the strange attack in the car, all I wanted was to hold her. She didn’t make it any easier when she insisted on walking me to my room, and she kept talking… making those lips even more tempting.

I tried to tell myself to wait until nighttime when she’d take the pill, but three hours suddenly seemed too far.

The hunger became impossible to control.

And here we were.

My lips on hers.

My hand fisted in her hair.

My other arm around her waist.

She was shocked and didn’t reciprocate at first, but she didn’t push me away—at least not until six seconds later, after I’d kissed the life out of her. It wasn’t as deep as I wanted because the time wasn’t enough, but it was enough to quell a little of this hunger.

She took several steps back, her hand rising to her mouth. She didn’t wipe her lips. She only looked utterly stunned.

Now that it was over, the weight of my action dawned on me.

I had just kissed Lyric. For the first time while she was conscious.

Seconds passed. We didn’t say a word to each other. But if she stayed here any longer, there was no telling what I might do.

She nervously brushed some strands of hair behind her ear. “I-I should go p>

I didn’t stop her this time. I watched as she turned and scurried off.

I took the longest bath, my mind continuously replaying what I’d done to Lyric—and, more than that, how badly I wanted to do it again. And more. This was starting to get serious. Lyric was beginning to have a stronger hold on me—too strong for my liking.

I slept late.

The disturbing dream happened again.

I was feeding on someone, sucking his blood that tasted far too delicious. I tried to stop, but it was impossible. The blood was the best meal, and only a fool would stop. I continued until the victim passed out.

I woke with the same headache as the previous morning. Memories of the dream replayed in my head, unsettling me.

For someone like me, this dream wasn’t a good sign, and I knew I’d have to get checked as soon as possible.

I got ready for work while thinking of Lyric the whole time. I was conflicted between checking on her and leaving her be. I had a feeling she wouldn’t want to see me, actually.

In the end, I decided to check on her.

I was fastening the buttons on my shirt when Kael walked in. He looked unusually moody—a look I rarely saw on him.