The rush hit instantly, hot and electric. The way it flooded through my veins like liquid fire, the world sharpening at its edges as the man's scream tore against my palm. Though what came out was just a strangled, helpless sound as I pressed my palm harder against his mouth. His knees buckled beneath him, from his blood loss, but I held him still.
I could feel his pulse, hammering wildly against my tongue as I drank even deeper from him. Sucking his blood, relishing on the way it surged through my body, thick and intoxicating. My vision had never been so clear, the quiet sounds of the night, stretching all around me.
I've never felt so alive.
I lifted my gaze to find my husband, still feeding another right across from me. The one who had looked at me the wrong way, thought of me the wrong way. I can't help but smile, as his red, hungry gaze meeting mine.
