He was lost in it, but she was aware, her mouth salivating the faster he worked - the more his blood pumped. Her lips pressed again, again, and again, sucking, nipping, and she gasped to keep him going until...

She couldn't wait any longer. Mouth opening, her elongated fangs skimmed against his skin until she located it with her tongue. A hearty vein throbbing beneath his skin, carrying swiftly circulating blood, and for a brief moment, he might feel her teeth puncture his skin to dig in and help herself.

Delicious... hot with a metallic tang syrup still flavored by that scents oozing off him, and pouring into her mouth.

Mmm... no. She would have this one... all to herself.