As he drank her head began to spin a bit. She lost track of time, and what seemed like only seconds after he had started he stopped. A soft whine demonstrated her protest, a sound she would have never consciously made. She felt his tongue make its way up her neck and the soft rumbling of his growls. He tugged on her hair. She liked that. But how did he know that? The thought was lost. She didn't care. Why did he stop??<br/><br/>"Please, why'd you stop? Don't stop...?" her words were almost inaudible, she could hear the obvious whine and need in her voice. She should of cared, she should of pushed him away, should have told him to stop, he'd gone to far. But saying you should do something and then actually doing it was two very different things.