I spun in his grasp and latched onto his neck before he had a chance to move. The warm flow of his blood across my tongue made me moan so loudly it echoed down the alleyway. He let me push him back against the rough brick wall and press myself so hard against him that I could feel every inch of his body, as if it were an extension of my own. I had no doubt that if he didn’t want what was happening right now, he could have stopped me without a thought. Instead, he tilted his head a little more to the side and let me drink deep.
