Paula murmured something too soft to hear, gently brushing Bianca's hair back from her face with one hand.
Then she unbuttoned the sleeve of her blouse, rolled it up past her elbow, and pressed her wrist to Bianca's mouth.
I had a good view of what happened. Bianca's tongue flashed out, long and pink and sticky, smearing Paula's wrist with shining saliva.
Paula shuddered at the touch, her breath coming quicker. Her nipples stiffened beneath the thin fabric of the blouse, and she let her head fall slowly backwards.
Her eyes were glazed over with a narcotic languor, like a junkie who had just shot up.
Bianca's fangs extended and slashed open Paula's pale, pretty skin. Blood welled.
Bianca's tongue began to flash in and out, faster than could really be seen, lapping the blood up as quickly as it appeared. Her dark eyes were narrowed, distant. Paula was gasping and moaning in pleasure, her entire body shivering.
