Patience was not her strong suit. Moaning as the fingers penetrated her again, she ground herself against the vampire's hand. Crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she was bitten, her Veela side kept her from really feeling the wound.
"More, more, more!"
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Was the vampire looking at her? Gabrielle couldn't tell. All she could see was a vague presence in the dark. Was the vampire angry? Would she be attacked again?
"Zumzang sweet to drink, and zum pancakes?"
She would start small. Obviously she had been hurt before waking up, and she didn't want to make the vampire angry. The vampire had proven that she was dangerous and not in control of herself.