The taste of her blood, the heat of that supple form pressed closer to him, and then the sounds she makes are intoxicating. Not that long before whether he was going to live or not was touch and go and now he's remembering what its like to truly live.

Especially with the woman he loves.

Shifting over her, his mouth working against the wounds, drawing in not only the blood but her energy. Letting it revitalize him and remind him of while he will always fight against death. Because of his life. Because of her.

Slowing a bit, lapping at the wounds. Not wanting to take too much and yet needing to hear more from her, loving those sounds and how they make him feel.