Blood at all in that moment is needed and ached for. The taste of her blood though is something else entirely. He has thought about it before now, wanting it again, but there's been this fine line.

Now there's no holding back.

His arms wrap around her tightly, drawing her in closer as he shifts, half rolling against her as he bears her back against the hospital bed. Drawing at the wounds, letting the blood wash over his tongue with a groan that is predatory and animalistic and shows just how much that taste alone turns him inside out.

Feeling the pleasure, the euphoria, and the need of it all was like a calling and he never wanted to let it go.