Xavier cups my face in his hand. “How many days, Cupcake?” “What?” He runs his nose along my cheekbone. “How many days does your period usually last?” “Four,” I croak. Oh my god. Xavier chuckles. “This is like Christmas every month for us.” I shake my head. “It’s …” I can’t think of the word, but disgusting comes pretty close. “It’s blood, sweet girl. Whether we drink it from your veins or your pussy, it’s the same thing.”