The moment blood hits his tongue he groans, deep and guttural from the back of his throat. It’s electric, intoxicating in a way blood’s never been before. He can feel their pulse quicken beneath his tongue. Pocket shifts slightly and Shiv growls, his hand grabbing their arm to hold them in place.
Scene from @fetching-sketching 's Bittersweet in Taste because it lives in my brain 24/7. Please go read it this piece does NOT do it justice I just needed to get it out of my brain.
















