When Julia's breath calms down, I consider letting her rest.
Her expression is ecstatic, her lips half open. Her heart is racing but calming down.
Before I can get up, though, she clenches my shirt and kisses me. She isn't as exhausted as she looked a moment ago. Her arms surround my neck, and I accept to fall down on the bed again.
«Where are you trying to run away?» she murmurs before moving on my neck. «We haven't finished here...»
«You want more?» I inquire, rubbing her back with a hand. «You looked satisfied to me.»
«You're biased,» she voices before taking off her shirt on her own. «And thirsty.»
«I am not,» I say, even though my fangs are itching. I'm barely managing to keep them retracted. I can feel her blood rushing, and it calls for me with its rhythm.
«I can feel it,» she replies, pouting her lips. «You can't lie.»
