Steve held her more tightly, humming at her taste. He’d been trying to stick to True Blood to avoid killing any innocent humans or frightening Sarah, but he couldn’t help himself anymore. Steve knew it was time to pull back, but he couldn’t. Her heartbeat was already slowing… but he continued to drink.
At first it wasn’t as bad as she had expected. But not as good as it used to feel either yet that probably was due to the force with which Steve was biting down on her neck. “Steve..”, she whispered, her hands moving from his back to his chest, trying to push him away. Which of course didn’t work. She could have tried to shove a wall away for all that she knew. “Steve, honey, stop”, she whispered again, increasing the force of her pushes. But that didn’t help either. Panic crept up in her and she started to struggle more, trying to wiggle out of his grip, get away from him, rip those fangs from her neck. Yet no matter how hard she tried, Steve’s grip did not let her leave and slowly she could feel herself growing weaker. This wasn’t good.