She felt like moaning again; Because the warm, trickling feeling of the blood was sucked away by his cool lips. She itched at the tree, taking her hands away from him.
this was your first time, right? Im sorry you have such a low tolerance. I remember I wassix when I went to my first funeral, and I didnt even cry. I just staired at my Grandma for a bit.
"Im a freak for blood." she said quietly, licking a bit more.