[ it's a fucking whirlwind of sensations, smells and tastes. chrissy is that splash of water, that first drink for a man who's been starving and lost in the desert.
her blood is hot in his mouth, satiates something within him that was clawing and screaming inside him moments ago. he holds on tighter to her, can't quite manage to get a steady flow of blood and he doesn't know if it hurts her or not. can't think about it. instead he decides to drop both hands to her hips, lifts her up and presses forward and groans against her neck as the blood flows easier like this.
he's more monster than man for that moment, drinking as he chases sanity that she keeps pushing farther away by inviting him to take, take, take until something clicks and he wretches his face away, pulls back and presses his forehead to her shoulder so he's panting against her skin. she's so small, surely that was too much. ]
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her blood is hot in his mouth, satiates something within him that was clawing and screaming inside him moments ago. he holds on tighter to her, can't quite manage to get a steady flow of blood and he doesn't know if it hurts her or not. can't think about it. instead he decides to drop both hands to her hips, lifts her up and presses forward and groans against her neck as the blood flows easier like this.
he's more monster than man for that moment, drinking as he chases sanity that she keeps pushing farther away by inviting him to take, take, take until something clicks and he wretches his face away, pulls back and presses his forehead to her shoulder so he's panting against her skin. she's so small, surely that was too much. ]