Nothing should be better than blood.
Nothing should even come close to the fulfillment and satisfaction that blood gives. At least not as far as a vampire is concerned.
So where, Roxanne wondered, had that thought come from?
And why was it that even now that she had seemingly come to her senses, it still made sense to her? Why was it that the warmth filling her stomach was radiating all over her body and influencing her thoughts to be very focused on Caius and his man-batter?
Only when she came close to choking on the sheer volume of spunk—because she became so lost in her thoughts—did Roxanne remember the task at hand.
She also became very curious. After all, the seeds were flowing directly into her stomach and hadn't actually touched her tongue just yet.
