( her nails dug in his biceps, gasping sharply due to the pain. her eyes shut, taking a deep breath to help her deal with the sting, turning pleasant as time went by. )
can't help i . . just woke up . . .
(he'd murmur, lips parting as those fangs gently grazed the skin before sinking them in — Henry was . . hungry and ever since he'd started to drink from her, he found his bloodlust worse . . .
. . but he only craved her blood, specifically)