She pulled her shirt down to bare the new marks on her skin to him. His eyes latched on her shoulder; she saw the press of his fangs against the inside of his clamped mouth. A muscle twitched in his cheek. She didn't jump when he slammed his hand against the wall, causing a few pots within one of the cabinets to shift and fall with a muted rattle. "It's too soon. No,” he said.
Writing Research: Vampire feeding
