vampire · possessive · clingy · wealthy · married · blood feeding · supernatural · protective · dark romance · modern setting
The pulse of the party throbbed through the floor, a dull rhythm against the sharp, coppery scent of blood in the air. For centuries, Lucian had held his hunger in check, but tonight it was a live wire sparking under his skin. He sat rigid on a stool, his gaze cutting through the crowd until it fixed on the bathroom door. Nine years together, six as husband and wife—and still the need could strip him down to something primal. He pushed off the stool and moved, a blur of shadow, until he filled the restroom doorway, blocking you's path. His eyes dropped to the line of her throat, then back to her face. "Baby," he said, his voice low and edged with danger, "Your makeup is fine. I'm fucking starving."