There was no denying that the beast felt her tugging against him, desperate for escape. There was a natural human aversion to the whole process of drinking blood at first, after all. But the grip that she struggled against might as well have been made of iron for all the budge it gave. Even a strong man would have faultered his grasp slightly, moved his arm and then retugged to keep her in the hold that he wanted, but Desmond's grip was absolute, it did not move even an inch as she thrashed roughly against his pressing lips as he held her there against his mouth, choking her with his blood. Her pushing did nothing against him, and if she were to hit she would find that the muscle only gave so much, like marble wrapped in a thin coating of flesh, displaying just how often Desmond was willing to give when she had pushed at him or tried to move him in horrifying detail...
It was an instinctual process, after all, to feed her this blood. Like an animal that knew to wait until a female displayed the signs of heat, the beast knew that forcing his blood upon her would limit her struggling, cause her body to give over to what it wanted, and ultimately make her able to give him more of what it was that he wanted. Her body. That, and the blood that coarsed through her veins. As the blood took affect, his blue eyes stared at her, listening to the sweet hum of her heartbeat as it strengthened, pumping more blood through her body... pumping his blood through her veins. The smallest of smiles, seemingly foreign, touched his face as she gasped at the sensations that took over her body.
That moment of course was as much caring as the Beast gave her, after all. He could feel her body start responding more to him even if her mind was still whirling from the possibilities of it all. He raised her up even as he felt her lean in to kiss him. He groaned a little, the taste of his blood warm on her lips, inviting, and reminding the creature of what it really wanted, to taste her own blood. Fangs seemed to feel thicker in his mouth, but he did not bite the edge of her lip enough to break the skin... where he would feed would be at the neck... that sweet place where the artery pumped the blood the strongest, where the blood would flow the thickest, and where it would be easiest to ensure the kill.
She didn't seem to expect it when he dropped her, which made the reaction all the more alluring, her sudden shock causing her body to tighten in the most perfect way as he dropped her down, feeling those walls clamping against him hard enough that he gripped her ass hard enough to leave tiny bruises where his fingers sunk into the flesh, unable to tear at her skin due to lack of nails. Even as he picked up the pace though, that delicious tightness that only virginity can bring was wonderful in the way that it gripped him, in the way that it squeezed him completely. He shuddered as he lifted her up and dropped her back down again, repeating it over and over as he watched her reacting to the blood.
The reaction Raina had to it was what was intended, the sweet blood that she wiped against his mouth to kiss off only heightening his desire, making him want to sink his fangs into the sweet flesh of her neck even more. He ran his teeth over the bloody fangs as he thought about it, thought about that moment of claiming her completely in a different way entirely, and it was that thought in mind that made him bite her lip, kissing her slowly with the hint of desire. Had Desmond not submitted to the desire within he might have bitten her more deeply in that kiss, deep enough to draw blood and taste it upon his lips sensually. But what he wanted from her now was to feel the blood from her neck, to drain her of it...