Otter Creek [m]una vez más, con sentimiento

At first she did not feel anything. As that changed, the ever-present want that lingered in the back of her mind, hungry, was finally quiet. Finally she could relax.

It was familiar and still different from anything she’d ever experienced. Better? She didn’t know because she couldn’t remember. She just felt incredible. There was no way she had ever felt this good.

You were holding out on me this whole time, she said with a smirk, somehow managing to revel in the sun, the shade, and his company all at once.

She was used to this sort of thing making her tired, but instead she felt focused. No inhibitions, no fear, and no hunger. Before she knew it, her teeth were at his neck, but there was no threat behind it. Just a hope that he was feeling at least half as good as she was.

She’d been bored for long enough.