If there were sounds from the front of the shop, Zanna no longer noticed. Any would-be customers would have to wait, and at this point would have a very good idea of what they were waiting for – what they were up to was undeniable. Undeniable and clearly very enjoyable, the sort of thing that made people step inside and pause, then immediately flush with heat. Some of them lingered, intrigued.
The pressure from his fingers forced her head back a little further, until it was all but resting back on his shoulder, her back arched prettily. She wasn't sure if it was the pressure or the sense of dominance that was so dizzying, but it was undoubtedly the bite that made her cry out – not in complaint. His fangs opened her throat enough to fill his mouth with blood, a sensation that gave her nearly as much of a rush as she knew that it did Byron. It flickered through her like lightning, combining with the feeling of him inside her, the way that he touched her.
A moment or two more and he had the cries he was looking for as she climaxed again, shuddering intensely against him, one of her arms curling up so that she could bury her fingers in his hair – all the better to urge his mouth back against her neck to the bite he had already opened.