"There is time now," he breathed as his fangs trailed down her neck, teasing the puncture. Running his thumb down the front of her throat, he brought the knifed hand down between her legs. His fingers moved lightly over her inner thigh as the blade trailed along.
Byron intended on drinking from her, gaining the high from her blood, but he had yet to drain her dry. The little taste called to him, sang in his mouth and wounds him up easily. Patrons moved about inside the shop just beyond the thin wall. "Maybe if you moan loud enough someone might join in."