He hoped he never grew used to the way their blood tasted when it mixed together like that, on their lips and tongues and teeth. It was easily an addiction - and neither one of them needed a blood bond to be completely obsessed with the other. It just happened naturally.
Finally, there was stuttering to his thrusts, the first sign that he was getting close to his climax. He had almost been concerned--but there was really no reason to be. Still, it seemed like forever before Ariel finally hilted properly inside of Amadeus as he fell over the edge. His brow furrowed, the only sound escaping him being a deep, vicious growl. His claws were digging in again before he could stop himself as he settled into more shallow thrusts, intent on keeping himself inside of his lover for as long as possible. Poor Amadeus - shredded clothes and now punctured and cut skin all over the place.