[ she holds Miranda tighter, thinking, briefly, at how long its been since she felt the struggles of another women against her, of the blood gushing down her throat with the tang of fear coating it.
Ah... this was delightful.
But she can't sample too much. There was still so much more she wanted from this girl. But maybe another taste, a second more. Just enough to give Diva that heady sense of repleteness before she drops Miranda like a sack of bricks.
Yes, she's feeling much, much better today. It's such a good day. ]