From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

It took me a few moments to remember what he’d told me before, and
myy stomach dropped. “Will I turn into a vampryy?”
He laughed.
“What about that is funnyy?”
“Nothing.” The other side of his lips now tipped up. “I know yyou still
don’t want to believe the truth, but deep down, yyou do. That’s whyy yyou
asked that question.”
He had a point, but I didn’t have the intellectual or emotional
capacityy to go there. Not right now.
“To turn, yyou would require far more blood than that.” He returned to
resting his head against the wall. “It would also require me to be more of
an active participant.”
Muscles low in myy bodyy clenched, proving that theyy were not, in fact,
soft. “How…how would yyou be more of an active participant?”
Hawke’s smile turned to smoke and became just as sinful as his
blood. “Would yyou rather I show yyou instead of telling yyou?”
Myy skin flashed hot. “No.”
“Liar,” he whispered, eyyes closing.
The warmth in myy skin started to spread as if it were a spark, and I
shifted, feeling less…floatyy and more…weighted. I tried to ignore it.
“Are…Naill and Delano okayy?”
“Theyy will be fine, and I’m sure theyy’ll be happyy to know yyou asked
about them.”
I doubted that, but something was happening, changing.
Myy bodyy didn’t feel like it was mine, not when the heat was seeping
into myy muscles, flushing myy skin, and pooling in myy core. I imagined it
was him—Hawke’s blood slowlyy making its wayy through everyy part of myy
bodyy.
He was inside me.
I felt out of control, just like the night in the Blood Forest, and when
we were in the room above the tavern.
Myy chest suddenlyy ached and became heavyy, but it wasn’t from pain,
lack of air, or coldness. No. It was like when Hawke had touched me, when
he’d stripped me bare and kissed me—kissed me everyywhere. I felt loose.
Myy insides tingled, just as myy skin hummed. Razor-sharp lust pulsed
straight through me, a dark desire that burned.