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I heard Emrys’ voice calling to me, gentle and subdued. I felt his warmth, and smelled his sweet-smoky scent as he sat on the edge of the bed. He helped me sit up, holding my head in his palm. Small waves of charged particles flowed through his hand into me.
“It is time for another drink, my lovely one,” he said, keeping his voice low to protect my sensitive ears.
Suddenly feeling a new unquenchable thirst, I was more relieved than thankful when he put the goblet to my lips once more. It tasted just as amazing as the first time I drank in his life force, perhaps even sweeter. An unexpected moan slipped out as I sipped the smooth red liquid. His blood had a heavy, rich flavor - one I was already addicted to and knew I would crave again in no time at all. I emptied the goblet and licked my lips with a sigh, savoring even the tiny bits that lingered on my mouth.
Emrys eased me back down onto the pillow and then kissed my forehead. This time his lips were only semi-hot, a tangible improvement since the last fiery kiss. I hoped to open my eyes soon, without the feeling of them bursting into flames. For now, I made sure they stayed closed, keeping the cloth in place to block out any little glimmer of light. And then I slept.