Godric spent so much energy repressing his sadistic desires that when they emerged, they came out completely and near uncontrollable. As he felt Ava succumb to him, it only forced him to grip her harder, hold her tightly to him. Right now, in this moment, she belonged to him. He could own her, he could drain her completely.
But he wouldn't. Because she spoke, and her voice reached a part of him, the part that recognized that this was Ava, and she was a colleague, a friend. To truly hurt her would kill him. Still, he did not pull away, though his fingers loosened their grip. "Sweeter than you'd like to believe," he answered, the smirk obvious on his lips. Taking his time, his tongue drew circles around the bite marks on her neck, drinking in her blood. What did she taste like?
"Jasmine tea," he finally decided, the licks now being accompanied by kisses, hard and demanding on her skin. "Sweet, strong, deep... slightly exotic. Very fitting you." As he spoke, the hand on Ava's thigh moved upward, easily slipping beneath her skirt and stroking the skin, his fingers rounding the curve of her hip and making their way between their bodies, seeking out the heat that was growing there.