Drinking her blood

There was a little pause before he asked, "I can?" He spoke slowly as he still seemed to be unsure even after I told him to have it. "No, I can't." He shook his head and looked away, changing his thoughts and killing the hunger within himself. "Why not?" "I can't hurt you." "You're not hurting me," I shook my head. "I want you to have it." I whispered, leaning closer to him and resting my free hand over his shoulder. He had resisted it yet again which meant he had the control but I couldn't leave him without fulfilling the need his eyes that continued to grow as every second passed by. With his gaze on mine, he pulled my hand closer to his mouth and then ran his tongue, tasting my blood at last. Watching him do it was enticing and terrifying at the same time. Suddenly, a heat grew between us. He pressed my palm harder against his lips and continued drinking my blood for a long minute. His eyes were wide open and on me. The hunger disappeared. My lips parted and I almost gasped at the i