[Westley's POV]
Her blood was indeed as sweet as I had imagined. It was as sweet as her, who was already asleep. Having lived for 500 years, I had learned to control my desire for blood very well. Still, I had lost some of my composure last night.
After my desire eased, I retracted my fangs. I did not plan on enjoying her up in one night. I had long-term plans. After two rounds of satisfaction, I quickly fell asleep. In fact, I had never slept this soundly before.
I woke up early to see that she was still by my side. For some reason, this gave me a sense of peace which rarely happened. Her eyes were closed, and she was sleeping peacefully. Her cheeks were soft and flushed in a way that suited her age, and it made me lower my head to kiss her. She stirred a little and shifted against the sheets, but did not wake up. She had drank a lot last night and had fallen asleep late. I did not plan on waking her up. It would be better to let her sleep a longer.
