There was the all-too-familiar sensation of my blood being drawn out by the fangs of an overly needy vampire.
It wasn't painful, not really. The only sharp sting came from the moment her fangs pierced the skin at my neck. After that, it simply felt… strange.
Like my blood was being sipped through a straw. It was smooth, steady, almost rhythmic.
Unpleasant, sure, but far from the level of agony it should have been.
She never took much anyway. Seraphis was surprisingly considerate when it came to this, probably the only area where she showed restraint.
If she drained too much, I'd get lightheaded, dizzy, maybe even pass out, and she knew that.
So she paced herself.
A little here, a little there.
Sips, not gulps.
Still, as warm tingles crawled down my spine, I couldn't ignore the other side effect.
I was getting a little… horny.
For some reason, there was something exclusively passionate about a beautifully sexy girl sucking your blood like it was her favorite smoothie.
