Lost in the exquisite taste, Sebastian's grip grew tighter to the point Atlas let out a pained grunt next to his ears. The sounds only made his predatory instincts flare; he pulled Atlas closer, drinking harder, as if he could never have enough.
But as the moments passed, the blissful haze that clouded his mind blinded him to the danger Atlas was in due to the drainage of blood, which can be fatal for the youth.
Atlas's clenched fists began to pound on his shoulder, and he gasped out loud, "Sebastian…. I can't breathe. Y—You're holding my neck too tightly."
At those words, he slowly begins to release the tight hold on his neck, which allows Atlas's chest to rise to take a deep breath a couple of times.
Atlas could feel a deep pleasure—more a tingling, intense pleasure that spread through his wrist to the outward body.
