[His breath comes out in a sharp gasp as her hips roll into his, his own pushing up against her, the press of her mouth and tongue on the wound she's made almost too much to bear.
Giving himself to her like this is about more than just pleasure, though that's certainly playing a part in the moment, and the deeper meaning only heightens everything. For even the briefest moment, a part of him exists within her, and that's something that even sex can't replicate.
Not to mention it feels damn good.
She pulls back all too soon, even though he feels slightly woozy, knowing that if he stood his knees might feel a bit weak, though it could be his lust and emotions running high than anything on her part. He's more than strong enough to reach for what he wants, though, which is this case is her lips, which he claims with his own, tasting the remnant of his blood that linger there.]