Hana drew a sharp breath as Luhan took a mouthful of her blood. Her hand clenched to a fist while she bit her lips. There was a fine line between pain and pleasure, and Hana was already past that line. Both of them mixed together, and Hana pressed herself against Luhan. A hot, burning feeling shot up inside her, and Luhan could feel it inside him as well. With a growl, he tightened his grip on her hip and suddenly lifted up her left leg, wrapping it around his own waist.

Luhan still tried not to hurt her; his hand slowly moved away from her hip to her hand and seconds later, he interlaced their fingers. His whole body was under heavy tension, and he had to bring up his whole self-control not to simply take Hana like he would usually do when he drank blood from a living woman. “Luhan...” Hana whispered at his ear, and her back arched slightly. Luhan drank more and more, and Hana's body slowly relaxed.

Slowly, Luhan could feel how his body regained its power again. It was quite lucky for him that Lay had already healed his wound and so it was easier for Hana's blood to strengthen him. Luhan pulled himself back; his fangs slowly slid out of and the guilt overcame him so incredibly strong that it really hurt. “Hana? Hana you okay?” Luhan's voice sounded strangely pressed, so as if he had a hard time to hold himself back.

Slowly, Hana turned her head to Luhan and looked at him through partly closed eyes. “I'm fine.” She muttered and as he bent down again, she closed her eyes. Luhan carefully placed small kisses over until the biting mark disappeared. “I'm sorry,” he muttered. “I'm sorry.” Luhan muttered again and again, and he sat her up so that she sat on his lap. “Luhan, I am fine. Hey.” She cupped his face while he ran his fingers through her hair again and again. “I'm sorry.”

How much he regretted it now and how much he hated himself for that. Now she would even have more nightmares than before. Nightmares about him, nightmares about him killing her. “Luhan,” Hana laid her finger on his lips and shook her head. “I'm fine. Look," the bite mark was closed already, and she looked less pale. Her eyes gleamed in a soft light, and her cheeks were slightly red.

The air was filled with heavy , and both them could smell it, feel it. The sensation was nearly tangible for the two of them and it affected them both. “I'm fine,” she assured him again as he laid his forehead against hers. Luhan cupped Hana's face with his one hand. His thumb slowly brushed over her cheek while he looked her into the eyes. “Luhan, I am-”

In the next moment, Luhan pulled her closer by her chin and before she could react, Luhan pressed his lips on hers. Hana's eyes widened for a tiny moment, but that moment past fast as soon a