Byron's head reeled in the ecstasy of the fae blood pumping through his veins. His sense lit up in such delicious intensity, sliding out of her almost brought him back from release. His breathing heavy, not from the exertion but from bred-in reaction of his human years, and in an attempt to control the curl of her blood left.
"I think I might need to try it a few more times." His fingers grazed her hips.
Knowing what he knew now of how the Fae worked, Byron might have been pleased with himself that she found satisfaction in his lust. He also might have answered the question of where a few of his party guests had disappeared to so many years ago; if he actually cared. But now, it was about the mutual satisfaction that he gained from the Fae. His mind felt more than usual, he should actual joy and emotions in the throughs of fae blood that he never felt off of it. And while it might have sounded like an addictive drug, Byron understood that he did not want to be that way all the time.