[Diva wasn't thinking of the hand on her waist or the way Ashton's body quivered underneath her touch. She just thought of blood gushing hot into her mouth. Her teeth clamped over his skin, inserting themselves with a precision borne of instinct and honed over a lifetime of feeding. She was almost detached from the act, but as the seconds passed, Diva cuddled closer, a sound of pleasure nearly escaping her closed lips as she drank her fill.]