Breathless, drained, turned out, he could barely open his eyes but he had to. He must to.

　　“My lady?” Confused, that was all he could say.

　　No response from her.

　　He pulled her away from him, staring at her through vision blurred with tears—blood—he had snapped her neck during his throes of pleasure. He dazedly pressed an index finger over his bleeding bite wounds to help seal it.

　　“Cat…C-Catalina?” he choked out again, a pain ...