Sano shrugged the thoughts away and brought his lips to her wounded hands.
Sumire shuddered but ran her fingers through his hair, pressing her hand further into his mouth.
"Take more."
Sano didn't hesitate and drank more. He took deeper and longer bites, ensuring she could feel every sensation. It worked, based on the expression she was making.
At first, the thought of drinking blood disgusted him. But, when he recalled the pain he had to endure during those experiments. Sano realized that drinking blood was nothing.
But he spoke too soon. The pain from not drinking? That is painful. However, during that time, he first experienced hunger. He bumped into Sumire. Since then, they made a deal about him drinking her blood.
Sano wondered how much of that deal was pity or something else.
He moved his lips from her wrist and moved towards her neck.
"Sumire, you smell good."
"San--"
"That wasn't enough."
