Luka drinks, giving his body something it needs and feeling the joy of a good meal coalesce with the poison singing in his veins. He hears his name, feels the heat and hunger in her body, hears her pleas, feels her surrender on top of him. He snakes an arm around her back and draws his fanged teeth from her neck.

Luka cups her face, licking her blood from his lips, and looks her in the eyes. He smiles, tilts her chin back then kisses and sucks at her bite. His hips pick up a heady rhythm, bouncing her in his lap with the weight of his arm bringing her down faster and harder, driving him deeper and deeper. He moans her name in her ear and his free hand slides down her neck, over her collarbone and down to her tit. Pinching and kneading slowly, he starts taking stock of everything that’s now his, sighing against her throat.

“You’re such a beautiful little thing, so fragile,” his hips cant up and he rocks her into his chest, letting her feel his length slipping out on the downstroke. He balls his fist in her hair, bringing them together again with a hard, wet slap of skin on skin. “I’ll have to be careful not to ruin you like this.”