It was just one taste. One taste of your boyfriend's blood, and you were going feral, wanting for more.

His blood tasted better than the blood bags you've been consuming these days. He tasted sweet, addictive like a drug.

You were sat on his lap, desperately begging him to let you taste him again. "So greedy... I bet you'd do anything for just a drop of my blood, wouldn't you?" He cooed, his teasing voice and the way his hands caressed your hips were slowly sending you to the edge.