Intoxicating Hunger

Vittoria

My lungs burned. Every breath scraped against something raw, like I'd inhaled smoke instead of air. I pressed my forehead to Dante’s shoulder, letting the cool sweat on his skin soothe my flushed cheek. My legs wouldn’t stop shaking, muscles still twitching from what he’d just done..

The lights still flickered beneath us, casting odd shadows up the walls, but none of that mattered. I had