The bite only brought a groan to his lips. So many human men were too weak to deal with the sensations such an act enticed. Byron's turning had opened up the world to him and gave him endless limitations to relish in the pain and pleasure. The world might have been a quieter place with him and his line in it- so many deaths brought by their hands with an incompassionate notion that everything was for their pleasure and their pleasure alone. But then moans of pleasure and screams of pain filled that empty space momentarily.
Lowering his strong jaw to look at her, he started to pump against her mouth. The sharp blade slid against her cheek, leaving a thin slice of split blood to run down her face. With Lana around, there was little doubt that the pair would negate their duties for their own fun- whether with each other, beside each other, or separately wreaking havoc.