Katherine cried out at the feel of his teeth on her skin. She was good at dealing with pain, and it was a good job because his blunt teeth hurt far more than her sharp fangs did when she bit him. Still, the pain he caused was nothing compared to the arousal she felt at having him bite her, and actually draw blood. Her cry, although laced with pain, was one of pleasure, and her breasts heaved beneath him as she sucked in deep breaths, her body undulating against his.
She gasped when she felt him inside her again unexpectedly, but not unwelcome. She tightened her legs around him, moving her hips slowly with his, her head still tipped to one side although the bite mark on her neck was already beginning to heal. "How do I taste?" she breathed, her voice thick and ragged for once.