I tried to pull away. This is so wrong... My fingers dug into the ground, nails scraping dirt as I tried to brace myself and move back, to break free from that addictive warmth. My jaw tightened, but my fangs refused to let go, my body clinging to her like a starving animal finally given food. In a way, I was.
Then her hand slid into my hair.
"Elira…" I tried to say, but my voice drowned in her skin.
Her fingers curled at the back of my head, gently, almost soothingly, and instead of pushing me away, she pressed me closer. Her chin rested lightly against the top of my head, her breathing calm and steady, even as I drank from her. I felt her chest rise and fall slowly, as if she was the one handling this hunger for me.
"It is alright," she whispered, her breath vibrating through her shoulder into my lips. "Take as much as you need."
That was the problem. I did not know what I needed. I only knew what I wanted.
