She didn't -mean- to bite him, but it was sort of how things worked she supposed.  she withdrew reasonably soon after that, lapping at the wound as he'd done so often with her.  She knew it would close soon enough.  She shifted slightly, sitting up on the bed as he handed her the cup.  She was still nude, her toned body tight and soft, her skin and hair soon silkier than ever.  She would definitely -not- miss the trips to the waxing salon!<br/><br/>She lifted the cup to sip, finding that it too tasted good.  She liked his blood better..  a lot better, and she wondered how things would work now..  How could they both stay fed?  Her brow furrowed at that thought.  She really didn't like the idea of him feeding off anyone else, and she doubted he'd like that idea either..  but they had to -eat- too.<br/><br/>Absently she ran her tongue along her teeth and fangs, and exploring sort of gesture, then sighed and took another sip, noting in an odd way that it was very strange to be drinking a cup full of ones own blood.