The feeling of being bitten was indescribable. The first time Silvan had been bitten was barely a drop in the ocean, and despite Alessio's words, he knew the Vampire had been holding back.
Silvan glanced over at Alessio as the dishes were meticulously arranged silently and briskly, noting his eyes were still an unnatural red.
His body felt lethargic, his wrist tingling, a feeling that spread throughout his entire body, his temperature uncomfortably warm.
The few thoughts he could still keep rattling around in his head. The teachings of Kalla no longer bound him, but he had faithfully kept to them for several years, honing his mind and body.
So even though there was no reason to avoid the sublime pleasure that came from being fed from, he instinctively fought against it.
Silvan didn't notice that the maids had left until he heard the clinking of silverware. Alessio looked completely fine, or so he would have thought if he hadn't looked over into the other's red eyes.
