Nessie had been sending him plenty right from the get-go, but after asking her if she wanted him to bite her, Drew was almost blown away by the way she really let him have it. These messages weren't so much images and ideas like usual-- they were more basic, simpler and stronger emotions. They hit him and he responded to each one right from the bottom of his gut. Drew opened his mouth and fit his teeth over the warm, pulse in her neck.
The last one: love careened through their connection, and Drew's mouth clamped down. It wouldn't be enough to break skin, but a subatomic piece of his brain still capable of logic decided she'd end up with a pretty wicked hickey in a couple of minutes.
When Drew felt the reaction, he wrapped his arms tighter around Nessie's slim body and hung on for the ride.