He then kissed my shoulder. Blood coated his lips and he started to lap up the blood. Every time his tongue touched my skin it left sparks and I started to let out small moans of content. I couldn't help but feel blissful and to let the moment last longer I closed my eyes. He then started to suck at the wound and not letting a single drop of blood escape. I felt dizzy and light as if I was floating, yet I could still feel him sucking and licking at the wound. I pressed myself closer to him and he pinned me to the ground and resumed feeding from me. I wanted to squirm but I remained still so that I wouldn't disturb him. A few minutes later he lifted his head and I opened my eyes.
"Thank you." He whispered, pulled me up from the ground, and hugged me. I snuggled into his chest and warmth and safety cocooned around me.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Scox." For some reason that name sounded familiar to me, like I had heard it in a dream. I yawned and a wave of exhaustion hit me. I was so warm and sleepy if I closed my eyes I would fall asleep.
"Goodnight Scox." I murmured, already half asleep.
"Goodnight Kath." I heard faintly as I tumbled down into silent darkness.