She was still reeling with pleasure when his fangs sank into her throat again, bringing a new sound of delight mixed with pain to her lips. She only felt the tearing of flesh and the puncture of the artery for a moment, a few seconds of sharpness before another wash of delirious pleasure as he drank. Zanna felt her knees go a little weak – which was fine, because the next moment the table was under her hands again, the heavy piece of furniture threatening to slide with every deep thrust.
His climax made her purr with appreciation, and she rested her forehead against the cool surface for a moment, breathless as she came down from her own orgasm. Finally she offered a languid stretch, along with a catlike arch of her back. "I think... this body will do nicely," she offered, her tone easy and filled with satisfaction.