[Her words affect him more than he can really say, all mixed up by her actions that go along with them. Again and again he rocks up, meeting her as she grinds down against him.
When he rights his head again he dips down again along her shoulder and neck. Fingernails digging into her upper thighs, while his fangs do similarly upon the thin skin of her throat, just enough where one step further would have his fangs burying deep. But he won't do so. Not yet. Instead testing his own will by lightly sucking, just barely able to taste her blood.]
Not yet—
[Again he kisses her, breathless when he groans. There's only just so much they can do while in such a location and position.]
Take us back, Yuuki. . .
[Carry them in a flurry of butterflies back where she had come from earlier on.]