In a distant memory in Roxanne's head, she remembered that she had once tasted Caius's blood. They had been sexually entangled just as they were right now when she did, but, like many memories before today, it seemed almost insignificant.
Sure, considering this particular memory pertained to Caius, it held much more importance, relevance, and focus in her head than memories of other people, things, and events. However, it still paled in comparison to the clarity—the strength—of the emotions and pleasure she was gleaning from being in Caius's presence right now.
In any case, in the distant memory, Roxanne had acknowledged the power within Caius's blood. But again, that was nothing compared to the newfound and far stronger sense of appreciation she felt right now as the blood touched her taste buds.
