Cullen kissed him, and his shadows pulsed forth with such a great wave of desire, different than the hunger he’d thought he felt before, that Enzo squirmed up against him in obvious pleasure and feverishly kissed him back.
Cullen did want to consume. Enzo’s lips. His body. His very being. He wanted it all.
So he never had to remember the void.
And thank you to Lily Pavenent for the first review (with spoilers).
I loved this book so much, it's certainly my favorite of the tales so far!