But I do. [She says with her voice whinging. Nails digging into his sides and one hand going up to grip the other side of his neck. Her thumb rests against his throat and she angles his head to look at her, pressing her body forward to back him up against the wall not unlike leading a dance. For a beat then she's not all that sure what to do, she has her prey and like a cat with a mouse she just hovers for a second.
Stroking his neck, watching his pulse beneath the skin almost entranced.] I'm really, really hungry. You have to understand, I can't wait.