Just a taste, she promises herself, just a little taste.

And it's a deeply primal instinct, too, to reach out and curl her mind around his just enough to trigger another flood of endorphins into his system: the fabled pleasure of a vampire's bite, simply chemicals and showmanship.

Mina slides closer, straddling his lap properly now, all restraint and holding herself apart gone, and just before she breaks the kiss, she takes a moment to close the wounds, suckling tenderly on his bleeding lips and letting her saliva do the trick.

Just a taste...