what have I done

His agreement and his reassurance were both welcome, Isla closing her eyes for a moment to enjoy the sensation of the fresh blood warming her throat and chest - and it was warmth too, fleeting as it was. She smiled weakly, releasing his hand as he began to clench and unclench his fist, arching an eyebrow at the gem of red that welled from one of the wounds. "Oh - of course, I'm sorry..." Remi did most of his work with his hands - it had been foolish of her to choose such a place. "I don't need more." Languidly she rose to her feet, her pale skin flushed with sustenance that was not her own. And it was true. She didn't need more. That said nothing for what she wanted, though. Turning, made brazen by the flood of pleasure, if Remi allowed Isla would settle herself across his lap, nestling her face against the side of his neck. Her hand came up to slide into his curls, angling his head just so, before she sank her teeth into him a second time. Blood welled into her mouth, rich and coppery, and her fingers tightened in his hair. ISLA Hush now, I'm here