He smiled, and closed his eyes as she spoke a small moan raising though him as she nipped at his neck. His hands rising from her hips up her torso as her finger moved over his lips. “You always come to me in the darkness, hot, sweaty and dripping with blood. You come to me like a vision, a goddess,” he said finding his courage someplace as he looked over her body, his desire mounting with every word out of his mouth “When I need you most, and you scratch me, bite me, ripping my wings, you ride me until my neck is so raw I can no longer scream your name.” he said breathing heavily “you are beautiful above me, your breasts heaving and you drive me closer and to the brink.”