Annaliese cut her wrist with her nail and offered it to Oliver. "Drink. You'll need your strength if we are to survive in here." She rolled her eyes at his stubborn hesitation. With a sigh, she promised, "If you drink, I'll tell you everything."
Without a word, Oliver took her arm and squeezed it over his open mouth. Annaliese watched in amazement as his face returned. It was as if his flesh was blossoming from his skull itself, using her blood as fertilizer.
Shortly after, all his wounds were fully healed, and his face was back to normal. Oliver's silver eyes narrowed at Annaliese as he released her arm. He parted his lips to speak, but they were suddenly covered by her soft, plump lips.
Annaliese wrapped her arms around his neck as she pressed her half-naked body against his. She smiled in the kiss, feeling his erection in his pants pressed against her exposed abdomen.
