Even after Romain had withdrawn his fangs, Darcy could feel the vampire's mouth on his neck, making sure that not even the slightest drop of him was wasted. It was an odd sensation, but he gave himself over to it; his master, after all, knew best.
And then a kiss that tasted of copper was offered. Darcy accepted, letting Romain move him to the bed and brush his hair away from his face. With his head on the pillow, he stared up at his master and smiled at the praise given to him. Drained but happy, he brushed his fingers against the puncture marks on his neck as his master slipped out of the room momentarily.
Darcy smiled again, with a little more focus, when his master returned. "I'm glad that my blood pleases you, master. I was worried, in case you didn't like the taste of me."