I raised my head sleepily off of Balthazar's chest. My skin tingled and I could feel the blood flowing languorously through my body. Balthazar glanced down at me and a slow smile upturned his bloodstained lips. We lay in the grass, intertwined. My eyelids felt heavy.
I felt different than the other times I had consumed blood. Then I had felt energized and my senses had seemed overly, almost painfully, sensitive. This time I had felt an immense rush, but not the same jittery caffeine-like buzz as before. The rush had been intense and powerful but it had passed and now I felt sated and content. My senses were heightened but not overwhelmingly or unpleasantly so. It was much more satisfying and enjoyable than the times before.
Balthazar's hand drew lazy circles on my back and I inhaled deeply and sighed. The night smelled of earth and blood. The scent was surprisingly intoxicating. With his bloodstained mouth, Balthazar kissed me softly. I eagerly returned his kiss. A low moan escaped his mouth before his tongue slipped from his mouth to lick along my bottom lip.
He licked the blood from my lips and my whole body responded. Suddenly my pulse seemed to accelerate tenfold and it flooded my ears. I could only hear the thick whooshing of my blood pulsing through my veins, the rhythm ever faster. I could only feel Balthazar's warm tongue and soft breath. The rest of the world slipped away.
Balthazar's hands no longer drew lazy circles along my spine, his hands gripped me tightly to his body as the kiss became more and more heated. My body ached with the anticipation of his touch.
"Bianca."
His hot mouth on mine consumed me. I let my hands grip his broad shoulders, feeling the strength and power there. I lightly nipped at his bottom lip, rolling on top of his muscled body. His fingers dug into my back, pressing my body into his. My heart was beating fast, frantic, I shivered in anticipation.
"Bianca!"
