[ she can feel the small noise he makes against her lips and she moans quietly in response – while eagerly lapping the warm blood into her mouth, not letting a single drop of it to go to waste. it's tasty and precious and she's grateful that's he's not struggling because that usually creates a mess and puts her in a sour mood. some people give her so much trouble!
she could probably drink even more, satisfy herself properly, but she thinks she can safely return to him later and if she gets carried away now, he might not be so calm the next time. reluctantly, she finally pulls away, lightheaded with the taste of him. so close to him it's almost audible how she swallows down and licks her lips clean with her tongue.
then she brings her own thumb to her mouth, bites the tip of it gently and neatly uses her own blood to close his wounds. it's like they were never even there. ]
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she could probably drink even more, satisfy herself properly, but she thinks she can safely return to him later and if she gets carried away now, he might not be so calm the next time. reluctantly, she finally pulls away, lightheaded with the taste of him. so close to him it's almost audible how she swallows down and licks her lips clean with her tongue.
then she brings her own thumb to her mouth, bites the tip of it gently and neatly uses her own blood to close his wounds. it's like they were never even there. ]