Damon jerked. The first rush of her blood hit him like lightning, thick, rich, and venomous. He could taste it, the trace amounts of draconic blood that made her so irresistible to him.
It was faint, diluted, but unmistakable… the same tantalizing essence he'd tasted once before, when he'd devoured the blood essence of the mutated wyrm.
A frenzy took over him as his one hand grabbed her silky hair and yanked her head closer while his other hand found her marvelous, perky behind. He grabbed her tighter and sucked her as hard as he could, drinking in with an unrestrained hunger.
Erin moaned from pleasure and pain, which only made everything even more irresistible.
Damon allowed himself to completely indulge for a good minute before he quickly snapped out of it and regained a sense of control. He took a few more slow sips, savoring the last bit of her blood as he pulled himself back.
"Are you… Are you fine? Did I drink too much blood?"
