He lowered his head until his lips hovered centimeters above hers. This was the moment he craved. This heated moment – each of them lingering, waiting, wanting. He loved the excitement of the build-up almost as much as the conquest itself. As he’d told her many times, the greater the anticipation, the sweeter the reward.

Better undead than dead.

Oh, is that all you’re looking forward to - a break from your studies?” He peered down at her with a knowing smirk.

When we wake, it’s officially Christmas Eve.” “Good. Because I have something special to give you.” She turned over her shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. “Thought you just did.” He chuckled, a deep and throaty sound. “Something else.

Her eyelids lowered, and her irises darkened a shade, flickering with unmistakable desire. “All I want is you.