[ It's been well over a century since someone last did this to him. The only person who ever did and sure, there's been bloodplay and nails digging into veins and fangs extended since then, but never such a definite claiming. Dru picked him up off the cobblestone streets and made him hers and that's what he's been ever since. Even after she left, he was hers. She claimed him as such.
And now this, like an old rerun only with another woman in another place and he can't make up his mind about how he feels about this. Can't really get anything straight with the way the pain surges through his dead veins, setting fire to his nerves and with a deep, feral growl he shifts back into gameface. Involuntary, the demon cannot be contained so easily.
His fingers dig into her flesh as he thrusts up, hard, bordering on brutal. ]