"Here." She tilted her neck.
"No." Instead, he kissed her, hard. Her sweet, rich blood was pulled to her lips giving them an irresistible pout. Bending to her ear, he whispered, "here". With a scrape of fang on soft lip, he licked the blood that gathered there away.
"The very sweetest of kisses."
She sighed. Her blood on his lips on her lips somehow brought her senses to dizzying heights. It was almost as if her heartbeat was music; his scent was perfume; this moment, oh this moment. Never before and never again would a moment be so true.
"Again."