The edge was just there, and just as she groaned with pleasure, feeling herself go over that edge, she felt the sharpness of his fangs, only to realise what he was doing a little bit too late. She gasped, feeling a pang of pain as he broke her skin. Feeling the panic rise in her, she pushed at him, trying to get him to stop, trying to tell him to stop, yet the words never came over her lips.
Instead she groaned, unable to as the pain turned to pleasure. Her body was shaking with the power of her orgasm, and yet her mind was terrified. She didn't want this, hadn't asked for it, and though her body screamed with pleasure, she felt tears come to her eyes as she pushed at him to stop, to move, to not do this too her.