Annah gasped at the sting of the bite and then it was gone. Her ears heard Ricco's gulping of her blood. Then she felt him withdraw his teeth from her flesh, lapping where her flesh was numbing from the wound he created.
She thought that he was closing the wound he created and then he planted tiny kisses in there down to the base of her shoulder and neck.
When he pulled out and met her eyes, he leaned down first for another kiss on her lips. Then they shared another long one where the only thing that could be heard in that tent was their fast breathing and slapping of their tongues.
Annah could taste her own blood in his mouth. His familiar scent was intoxicating her nostril and she couldn't help but missed. She missed this kind of contact with him. She just kept denying it herself since she was scared to be hurt again.
