~THE DARKER SHADES OF SIN~
ESABEL PIERRAN LAY IN A DELIRIUM OF PLEASURE. Her entire body was swamped by feelings her foggy mind could not name. The intoxication of it drowned her in an ocean where her senses soared. The feeling was akin to one of the potions Hemlock concocted. The kind that could make one see the stars with a single drag of it.
Hemlock brewed it in glass tinkers that were heated to produce vapours. It was the steam of it that was inhaled. The potions were a kind of elixir, firing up the reaches of the mind. A pyscholeptic drug that made one see fireworks. This was the exact same feeling she now felt as Marsil's fangs pierced her neck. In a way, his desire was her desire, for as he drank from her, he also gave her something.
The Prince was addicted to her blood but so was she to his feed. They both benefited greatly from it.