He took his time with this, letting himself savor the blood that he had longed to taste for years. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before and suddenly he knew he'd never be able to enjoy blood from anyone else ever again. Nothing could compare to the wonder that was this. A sweet and heady elixir that he was addicted to upon first drop.

Amazing. In every single possible way.

Desire pulled through him and he kept close to Iseul as he drank deeply. As strong as his hold was, there was also a gentleness to it. A care that spoke of his feelings for the fae in this moment. As much as him pulling away when he did with a gasp.

He couldn't drink further otherwise Iseul wouldn't be able to remain standing. To continue on through the night. But he did lap at the spot until the bleeding stopped, to make sure his blood wouldn't stain his fine clothes. All the while he continued to hold him to support him, sighing as his body tingled from the blood moving through him now.