Samandriel's fingers tangled in Mitchell's hair. The press of Mitchell's mouth somewhere other than his own lips was immediately wonderful, the delicate movement of the vampire's tongue more arousing than he could have ever anticipated.
The bite came. Samandriel couldn't help but gasp partly in surprise and partly in pain, a soft "Oh," brushing past his lips. He hadn't expected to not mind the pain so much, to like the way something that gave him life was helping Mitchell too. His fingers clenched tighter into his hair, wanting to hold on so he didn't move, didn't disturb whatever this moment was.