Cass' chest heaved, his pulse loud in his ears as Edgar squeezed tender flesh in his hand, milking the last little bit out of Cass. Cass shivered, his eyes unfocused, his limbs feeling shivery and heavy at the same time.
Edgar bent, pressing his lips against Cass' throat, the air from his nose tickling Cass' sensitive skin there. Cass chuckled, his lips curling up in a soft smile as he melted into the cushions under him.
"The gods grant me strength." It was a soft mutter from Edgar, sounding like a prayer. Cass chuckled.
"Why do you need the gods to grant you strength?" Cass asked, feeling Edgar pull back until he could meet his gaze. Edgar's lips were red, his fangs still down, and Cass could smell the small hint of iron in the air. Cass, his own body stirring at the scent, exhaled shakily. That part hadn't been answered yet. Why even blood was effective for him.
Edgar huffed, his eyes monstrous as they scanned Cass' body.
