Jonas groaned deeply at the hand in his hair, pulling against it just to feel the tug, his eyes shifting closed in pleasure.
"Yess. Too long," he murmured, leaning into the touch at his throat, before he arched upwards, his back bowed as she bit him. A flare of white hot pain burst behind his closed eylids, before it eased into a blood red pulse that seemed to spread warmly through his body.
"Ah, oh god, Mercedes." His hands grasped in empty air. "Can I? Can I touch?"