Wounds (part two)

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.