“SOFIE.”

The wanting in his voice made her heart skip a beat. At her nod, he lowered his head to her neck. His tongue slid over her skin, sending a tingle down her spine. She leaned into him at the touch of his fangs, closed her eyes as pleasure moved through her. And for that moment, she felt what he was feeling—the way her blood warmed him, strengthened him, satisfied his hunger.

She shivered as his tongue sealed the tiny wounds in her throat.

He hugged her close for a moment, then tilted her face up. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

Taking her by the hand, he led her to the sofa and pulled her down beside him.

“I felt you,” she said, a note of wonder in her voice.

Ethan frowned. “What do you mean?”

“In my mind. I felt you there. It was weird. Kind of like I was you for just a moment. I knew what you were feeling, thinking.”