Luna's body moved in time with his, her need evident as she pushed against him, inviting him to take her.
Never one to shy away from this, Dennis filled her, feeling a sigh of pleasure escape from his lips as Luna kissed and nipped at his neck. He had to remind himself this wasn't Svetlana, so he shouldn't have expected fangs to bite into him roughly. "You can't hurt me," he whispered. "You can be as rough as you want."
He backed his words up by making love to her, his cock throbbing as he filled her, his strokes long, and hard. A hand curled at her hips, another kneading the soft flesh of her arse as he pulled her to him with each thrust.
He didn't know who was saying the groans of delight, but even though he wasn't hot, the friction of their bodies was warming him through, the sweat on his skin cooling rapidly.
His desire was always there - it barely left the surface of his skin. It had been that way ever since he was turned, but he knew when to hold back with his lovers. But even so, he could feel the coil of his desire starting to tighten, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer.