It was a very big show of trust and whatever resentment he might have held for her leaving him poisoned and dying on his bedroom floor were washed away by the reward of her blood and it's heady sweetness, like a chilled fruity wine only enhanced by the brief surge of fear.

Good. Because now, he was a danger to her.

Greedy as ever, Matt held his second swallow, not drawing anymore and allowing pressure to stop the flow for a moment as one hand roughly found it's way down her pants. This wasn't just going to be a feeding - he was going to get what he was denied and it started with his fingers slipping between her folds to rub firm circles on her clit.