Enigma gasped, moaning Stefan's name as he bit into her, her legs wrapping tightly around him, pushing him harder into her as he drank, feeling the pull against her skin, the rush of blood to the injury site. “Stefan,” she moaned again, whimpering softly, wanting more of him, more of everything.
“Gods...” she whimpered as she worked a hand between them, reaching down to stroke her clitoris in time with his thrusts, breath coming in sharp, fast gasps as if she couldn't get enough air. Her voice was lost, words escaping her as she struggled to form them, the only sound slipping from her high, keening noises and breathy moans.
One hand reached around his neck, pulling his body tightly against hers, pressing his head against her neck, the other continued to tease her body in unison with him, her entire frame starting to shake violently from the pleasure.