[He's too good to her. Another time she might tell him that, but there's no more words now. Her head spins with his scent, fangs already bared and ready to take what she so desperately needs. And with his consent voiced, that's all she needs. Fingers curl against his shoulder and she climbs atop him to take full control. Legs pinning him between the cradle of her hips, her eyes slip shut.
With his permission, then... her fangs clams upon the pale skin of his throat and bury deep within his neck. The explosive taste blossoms to wash across her tongue and she can't disguise the moan that accompanies it. Shuddered pleasure ripples through her, and it hits fast and hard. His feelings strike like a tidal wave and she allows herself to drown in them as they wash over her roughly.
It feels like she hasn't drank anything in over a year. And now that she's started, she can barely pull back.]