After the decision was made.. once it settled in his chest like a stone that would never be moved.. Razeal loosened his arms.
Slowly, deliberately, he broke the embrace.
His fangs slid free from Merisa's neck, leaving behind two small puncture marks that were already beginning to close, the vampire regeneration working almost instantly. At the same time, he pressed a firm hand to her shoulder and guided her back, forcing her to release her own grip on him. Her mouth parted from his neck with visible reluctance, a thin sheen of blood still staining her lips. The taste lingered between them.. heavy, intoxicating and extremely suffocating.
Merisa nearly collapsed.
