With a swift, almost primal motion, Draven captured Avelina's lips with his own, his tongue delicately licking the blood. He sucked on her lower lip, not even letting one drop slip.
He moved to her neck and licked right from the streak line of blood that had trickled down onto her dress up to her jaw, making absolutely sure that there was not even a drop left.
He stared at Avelina with his deep crimson eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. His attention moved to her lips, and he frowned.
It was…healed? Her wound, he was sure that it was right there before he sucked off her blood, but why has it disappeared as though she never injured herself from the beginning?
Draven was heavily bemused. Did he hallucinate or something? No, that was impossible! He could still feel the taste of her blood on his tongue.
He took a soft breath and tightened his grip around Avelina, embracing her.
