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“You want me to…” Falke swallows thickly, her voice comes out hoarse and clipped, “…Feed on you?”
“Precisely.” Adler hummed, letting his head fall to the side. Falke watches intently as Adler reaches up a hand to pull the fabric of his shirt down his shoulder. He gives her a small smile. And, maybe, the years of isolation and hunger has made her insane, because if she’s not mistaken he looks almost *smug*.
Falke is quiet for a few moments as she mulls it through her head. It’s been so long since she's tasted human blood, and it's not everyday that food willingly sits itself in front of her. This entire conversation felt entirely surreal in that aspect.
Before she knew it she was already standing over Adler. She didn’t feel fear coming from him at all, just morbid curiosity and the tiniest glimmer of adoration. Falke can't say that she doesn’t feel strangely disappointed about that. Half of the fun is the thrill of the chase after all, watching someone flee with the false hope of survival only to crush it between her jaws.
But that’s all in the past now, she thinks as she kneels to be level with him. Her hands on either side of him for support as she leans into the crook of his neck, the smell of fresh blood overpowers her senses, and she swears she can hear the hypnotic rhythm of his heart pumping.
She hears Adler let out a satisfying whimper as she sinks her fangs into his neck. Blood flooded her mouth almost immediately, the coppery taste euphorically overwhelming.
She hadn’t realized how much she’s missed this until now, a hand twists into the fabric of his shirt as she buries herself deeper into his neck, desperately gulping down blood around sighs and moans. In her frenzy she vaguely registers Adler’s hand atop her scalp, gently combing his fingers through her hair as she all but mauled him.
She releases his throat from her grip with a gasp, licking up whatever excess blood that trickled from the wound before finally pulling away.
Adler looked understandably worse for wear, yet despite his pale face his eyes were filled to the brim with adoration. His hands came to caress her bloodstained face, tilting it towards him.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He mumbled, pressing his lips to hers.