Emmanuelle finally freed Harry's neck from the grip of her jaw. She licked the precious drops left on her beloved's skin with an almost religious fervor.
"Have you had enough, Elle?" whispered Harry while kissing Emmanuelle's temple tenderly.
She nodded and ran her tongue over her lips again. She couldn't hold back and sighed with satisfaction when she could taste another drop of orphan blood on her tongue. She could feel an extraordinary power running through her veins. She had never felt so strong and so at peace with herself.
Emmanuelle despised vampiric barbarism and bloodshed. Thus, she had to exercise iron discipline to reach a level where she barely fed on blood bags in case of ultimate necessity. But even though she tried to be human in her behavior, she knew that she was just a
