The terror was exquisite as he tasted of her flesh, each hard pulse of blood filling his mouth with more blood. Moaning against her flesh, he was tempted to stay, to drain her dry until nothing was left.
But he restrained himself. Matthias pulled away, licking the wounds closed with his tongue. Catching her chin with his now free hand, he looked into her eyes, "You will not remember who attacked you, but you will remember this night."
Then released her, only lingering to ensure she could stand.