"The more experienced half." he grinned, one hand moving to hold her hips as she rocked against him. "You know, you really don't need the pretense of a duck to ride me. Typically you just need a pulse. Most of the time." The tone in his voice was almost teasing, but something there suggested maybe not entirely.
Leaning forward she bit his shoulder, more a love bite than anything. He moaned into her mouth, the demon within stirring. "Not a good idea," he growled out. Sex, violence, blood. It called the demon to the surface. Moving too fast to register he flipped her on her back, the duck forgotten as he straddled her waist, one knee propped between her legs. He shoved the knee against her, enticingly slow and intimate against her. His eyes were now a blood red. Leaning down he ran his sharp teeth along her neck, not breaking the skin. His arms trapped her to the bed, one on either side of her shoulders as he looked down at her. "You can't handle what you're playing with, princess." It was a legitimate warning; she was playing with fire.