Rather than sinking her fangs by instinct, she bit gently the method a pet would possibly interact with live biting with the master.
As blood seeped from the wound, Isabella failed to suck hard, instead she lapped lightly. Even the drops of recent blood spilling out of the corners of her mouth, she would lick clean with the tip of her tongue. Preventing the blood from staining the realm close to the neck, she used her red tongue to fastidiously lick Raven's skin thoroughly.
"Mmm......."
The hard feeling caused Raven to stir.
This time, it did not hurt at all.
He may even go up to now on to say it absolutely was comfortable. If an analogy was needed, it might be almost like the sensation of consuming your wounded finger.
The period of blood-sucking was quite brief. Isabella stopped shortly when and left Raven's body.
A golden thread of spittle connected the 2 of them.
"...Is that enough, you're solely drinking this little?"
"Yeah......"
