First there was pain, and then a sensation beyond pleasure. Beyond anything. From outside herself she could only watch, but it was over before she could think. And then there was the tang of copper in her mouth, and swallowing the blood out of habit.
It did wrench her out of her state however, and made her step back. She raised her hand and wiped the blood of her lips and studied this man. No, creature. And she was completely out of her depth, for once not knowing where she stood or how to navigate this.
Quickly she took stock. Whatever this was, he needed her blood. The purpose of feeding her his own was unclear, but she felt lightheaded, and off in a sort of way she did when she skipped a meal or two. One hand raised to the crook of her neck and came away bloody. She gave her fingers a displeased look before shifting to him and taking out a few tissues from a box she kept nearby and setting it on her neck. "Next time," because no one did anything without cause, without a plan, "you might ask."
She had absolutely no ground to stand on, but she'd not let anyone walk over her. Dracula-wannabe's included. "What's the purpose behind all this?" She straightened, letting her demure act fall away. If he meant to kill her for it, he would, but she doubted that. If he wanted her dead she'd already be so, considering where the blood was on her neck, so she didn't think that his plan.