I bit, and his blood flooded my mouth, hot and rich and as necessary as breathing. I drank and drank, instinct taking over as my body insisted on replenishing its strength.
The lingering damage to my internal organs healed immediately. And then it was pure bliss, life flowing into me and making me invincible.
My cock strained hard and insistently against a soft, pliant body, and I distantly felt movement under me and fingers clawing into my shoulder.
I needed more, and my hands moved, finding fabric where there should've been smooth skin. The barrier had to go.
I tugged and tore, and there were sounds, moans and cries and whimpers. I drank, and my hands found yielding flesh at last.
My name. I could hear my name. That voice tugged something in my chest.
Laurie.
I snapped out of it like crashing down from a third-floor fire escape and pulled my teeth out of him, licking off the last of the blood and pushing up on my elbows.
