Andres struggled to get you away from him as you fed on him. Your fangs were deep into his neck, blood trickling down from your lips to your chin.

He cried out, tears forming in his eyes. His grip tightened on your shoulders as he tried to push you away.

“Stop- please!” He whimpered as he kicked his legs. “O- oh god,”

As you pulled away, you licked your lips. Andres could be seen below you, panting and whimpering. His face was flushed and his grip on you was tight.