If Jake could've laughed with his mouth this full, he would have.<span style="font-style: italic">About time you put up a fight.</span>He tangled his fingers in her hair and made an unnessescary slurping noise as he came to her shoulders.<span style="font-style: italic">Good, give me your hate. Your ugly feelings toward me. It's all so damn beautiful, I have to devour it.</span>If she had kicked him, he hadn't felt it, being too lost in the animalistic frenzy of feeding.