Eva was so nervous.  It wasn't like she had never had warm blood, it was what she was use to and craved.  But the intimacy of actually touching someone willing to allow it, was overwhelming.  She was so close to his smooth soft flesh, just below his jaw line, looking up at his profile, she whispered, "Don't let me hurt you...too much"<br/><br/>Taking her tongue, she licked the surface of his skin, the salty taste lingering on her tongue.  She could feel the pulse of blood passing through the tiny vein that slid under her tongue and her eyes turned red and her fangs emerged.  Swallowing, she slowly brought her mouth to his neck, the heat of his body accentuating the blood now beating against her mouth.  As her fangs penetrated the upper layers of his skin, the sensation excited her senses.  But once she hit the blood source, the taste of blood trickling into her mouth, she reached out her arms and pulled him closer to her.  She thought she had always been drinking fresh blood, but nothing prepared her for the sweet, hot taste that was filling her mouth.  Ever diligent of Rogal, she did not push down further, but continued to such the blood from his vein slowly, savoring each drop until she was full.  Pulling back she licked her lip, then began to lick the blood that continued to escape until it stopped flowing.<br/><br/>Sitting back up, she brought her finger tips to her mouth, looking down at her lap, almost embarrassed.  "Is it always like that?"  She asked in a whisper.  Never had she felt so alive, so strong, so aroused, as she had at this moment.