Enigma whimpered as he thrust harder into her, meeting his thrusts with abandon, whimpering. She felt the brush of fangs on her neck and tilted her head away from him, baring her neck in offering. She wasn't blind and had noticed a select few being given blood over wine with the dinner. She also wasn't one to shy away from the darker sides of life.
"Take me," she whispered, offering herself fully to him, body, blood, mind...whatever he wanted.