After a few moments of utter bliss, which had felt like an eternity, Bryn released her hold on his wrist. She slowly licked away any spillage, before she pricked her thumb on a fang. She touched the drip to each hole in his wrist to encourage a very swift healing. All the while her breath huffed out of her as if she had run miles. A flush painted her cheeks when she finally looked up at his face. Her fangs slowly retreated back, an almost intoxicated smile on her face. "You almost taste like a fairy."