Zedya's fangs bored into Lennart's wrist like a pair of white hot awls, searing deep into his tender flesh as she pierced his veins and arteries, spilling hot blood into her hungry, eager mouth.
The white hot pain lasted only for a moment before a soft, comforting pleasure flooded through Lennart's body. His muscles felt like they were filled with wet sand, quickly losing the strength to do more than maintain his upright posture and the gentle embrace of his arms wrapped around his feeding wife.
Wife. That thought alone filled his mind with a thousand ripples of joy as his mind drifted in the golden haze of the underground cavern. His eyelids grew heavy, making it difficult for him to keep Zedya's enchanting beauty in his sight as she drank her fill from his wrist. The last thing he saw as his eyes drifted shut was the slight movement of her delicate neck as his blood flowed down her throat.
