It surprisingly felt good and close my eyes when he does, and open them when he pulls back. The wounds automatically heal and I sink my fangs into his neck afterwards.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Should we not walk? On our feet? The ones I now have again? I do like my feet. They are befittingly perambulatory. — Pattern (Rhythm of War by Brandon Sanderson)