Love or Duty?

Rubisha didn't want to take too much of his blood for he got injured a day ago. But as his blood entered her, she couldn't help but feel as if gulping a fine variety of wine. He was tastier than she had imagined and she wondered if all hounds had similar tasting blood. 

Silver's hand slipped behind her neck and he kept her head steady as she sucked on his blood. Her hand rubbed his rock-solid chest. She didn't want to let go of him, he was tantalizingly delicious with a body that seemed to have been sculpted to perfection. 

Rubisha was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realize that her mouth was still latched on his sinewy neck. Returning to her senses Rubisha slowly removed her canines and licked the drops of blood that trickled out with her coarse tongue. It made him shiver and Rubisha couldn't help but giggle. She tilted her head back to peek at him and said:

"You didn't move a muscle when I drank your blood but shivered when I licked your neck."