Lorelai didn't answer, not yet, not when it was clear what he wanted - needed, whether he could admit it or not. She didn't fight it, but relaxed under him. This wasn't like the last time, not drinking to make sex better, fantastic really, but drinking for sustenance, and that made her stay in control, because one of them had to still think.
"Slow it down, love," she said soothingly. "You can take what you need and there's time to take our clothes off, see if that potion works and you can have more." She wasn't sure if she was talking for him sake or hers, trying to stay rational when it would be so easy to let go and let him do what he pleased, enjoying the feel of her blood being sucked out, the light-headedness that made everything feel better.
Despite her control, her eyes closed and she arched up, feeling the pressure between her legs. She still remembered how intense coming had been with him sucking her blood right there, everything concentrating in that nub of nerves. "Fuck...Myron."