He'd grown accustomed to the occasional graze of teeth, even a latch that punctured skin. But nothing like this, a hot pinch that was like a dash of cold water to his senses, grounding him momentarily as he held her tighter; his hips jumped hard, his pace taken by surprise.

Yet despite all of that, as the hot blood flowed, there was no outcry of pain from him. Instead she could feel him shuddering, a cry of ecstasy rolling from clenched teeth as his mind was flooded with everything akin to the rush of emotion that usually came with that sweet peak of orgasm.

He wasn't sure what was happening, only that it drove him harder, faster, fully drunk without a drop to drink, calling her name like all other words were gone. Little more... little more and he'd fill her here, too...