[In the end it's his blood that she's focused on most of all. It doesn't take her long to drink her fill and as soon as she feels a sudden wet stickiness coat her fingertips she extracts her fangs, giving his neck an apologetic lap as the skin heals over the puncture wounds.
Her lips are bloody as she licks them, sitting up as she pulls her hand away from him. She has no idea what's on her hand exactly but she feels compelled to lift her fingers to her mouth, tongue dragging up from her wrist to the tips of her pointed nails. Whatever it is it doesn't taste bad. If anything it doesn't have much of a taste at all.]
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Her lips are bloody as she licks them, sitting up as she pulls her hand away from him. She has no idea what's on her hand exactly but she feels compelled to lift her fingers to her mouth, tongue dragging up from her wrist to the tips of her pointed nails. Whatever it is it doesn't taste bad. If anything it doesn't have much of a taste at all.]
Sorry...I was hungry.