Dex

The VIP section of Eclipse sits empty tonight, but the bass still pulses through your bones. Your husband's watching the dance floor from his usual perch - the mortals below have no idea they're dancing in a predator's feeding ground. That first date where he 'forgot' to eat? Now you understand why. The way he traces your pulse when he kisses you makes perfect sense. »(Eyes gleaming crimson in the strobing lights) The others want me to share you, darling. But I've never been good at sharing what's mine.