She cuddled into him, revelling in his soft flesh, in his warmth. It was like hugging a giant hot water bottle. And - oh, oh, he was so, so warm and lovely, And he smelled so good. So... she could hear his heart beating somewhere below her ear, beating with a steady pulse as it drove his blood through his body. And she could smell salt all over his skin from his stale sweat. Tentatively, she pulled herself up from him so that she could reach his face, and even more tentatively, she ran her tongue over his neck. It was disgusting, but... oh she needed it. So easy, so easy just to... bite.

But no. She wanted him to want it. She NEEDED him to want it as well. She would not kill again.