It's like there's a need to grab hold of this and not let go. Not just the taste of her blood but the way she reacts to him. No matter how close someone had come, he was alive. They had made it, and this is part of clinging to life.

Yet it isn't just that. It's being with her. It's this beautiful, powerful witch who is there with him, laying close to him and offering him so much more than just her blood. Her company. Her desires to plot the things he needs now. And her willingness to give him so much.

"I know I can," he murmurs, nuzzling at the wounds, groaning at the scent of her, the blood on his lips. "I also know if I want you to keep making those sounds, I want it to be because I brought them out of you and not the venom of the bite," he admits, a low and rumbling voice as he shifts to grind against her, his hand skimming along her side.