"You can never have enough."He growled, the hunger and blood high clearly talking. Trailing after her when she moved,gaze dark as his hand dropped from the small wounds. "I can still taste it, bonbon. Your blood. Like a flavor that just won't leave."His fangs dropped at this, as if wanting more of it. Of her.
Smirking at her words, his hands pressed against the wall, trapping her between it and him. "And blood."He murmured. Leaning in to nose along her jaw, her neck. Chasing the scent that had his senses going haywire for.