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In a way drinking blood was like sex. It could be taken slowly; the motility savored. The feeling of utter completeness drawn out for as long as inhumanly possible. Indulging you in an intensely intimate carnal connection, bonding the very core of your souls together with the euphoric sense and surrounding of utter love and affection.
Or it could be fast and needy. Every nerve ending concentrated on sheer relish. Lust consuming your entire being, seeping into you veins with an almost animalistic hunger; only proving to heighten your want, need and desire. Teeth sinking awkwardly into virgin flesh, correcting the angle totally irrelevant in that moment, because you're too far gone, and you can't think any more, and . . . . . . fuck.