Amaira took the scalpel from Elias and for a moment, she held it at her wrist. After a deep breath, she bit her bottom lip and with one quick slash, she cut her wrist and brought it to his lips. "Drink."
Elias hesitated; he was currently in an unstable condition and there were moments in the far past when Amaira would feed him her blood and he would struggle to stop himself from draining her.
Nonetheless, he needed to feed on her to save her so he drank.
Amaira felt Elias' warm tongue against her skin first, then the grazing of his sharp fangs. She slightly winced and released a low groan when his fangs sunk into her flesh, but this pain was somehow converted to pleasure when he started feeding on her.
Amaira's eyes lowered to a near close; she felt so high for some reason. Her mind was in a haze and she was losing almost all the feeling in her body, but she didn't want him to stop...it felt so good.
