Her whimper turns into a cry of pain, but her grip on his neck remains strong. Her breath is ragged, and her whole body is trembling now. The pain is nowhere near as overwhelming as she feared it might be. It is bright and vivid, so intense she's starting to feel light headed. She gives herself over to it, to the strength of his jaws and the sharpness of his teeth, to the laving of his tongue as he catches the blood running freely now.

A wave of hunger comes over her, and she wants to taste him. Her unsteady hands make their way to his face and she urges him away from the wound.

"Kiss me," she breathes.