He felt his Firefly shiver before finally letting his teeth sink into the flesh. Both groaned lowly for different reasons. Vincent knew she groaned from the blissful feeling she was getting, but the taste of her always took him by surprise. He didn’t think it was possible but her blood tastes better every time. His large hands came around her to hold her to him. “Vincent,” she panted and gripped his shirt, holding him there as close as possible. It heated him up to hear such a tone coming from her lips. Her blood was sweet, but not overly so. It distantly reminded him of freesia with a hint of brown sugar. Every drop that splashed his taste buds gave him almost instantaneous energy and warmth. He knew he needed to stop since Wendy’s whimpers were increasingly becoming louder. Any more in volume and her dad would come in here to see an interesting show. Taking one last lingering draw of her addicting blood, he retracted his fangs and moved away enough to give her breathing room.
