This little panther shifter thinks she’s captured me. Me; one of the most feared vampires in history. I like the feel of her claws, so I’ll stay put. I like the heat of her flesh in my hands, so I’ll let her think she has a hold on me. I like the sweet taste of her lips, the ones above and below her belt, so I’m more than happy to keep her sassy mouth occupied. What I can’t do is penetrate that most sacred part of her. I’m a massive goliath. She’s a wee kitten. I’d split her in two. Doesn’t mean I can’t pet her and make her purr. The problem is, the more she rubs her lush curves against me, the more the beast below stirs, ready to claim her untouched heat. I can’t let it go that far. If I do, it will surely break us both.
