And that was exactly what Ariel had wanted, had known would happen. Amadeus was predictable but in the very best way. He knew that he could make the Tremere fall over the edge with just one bite when it was that close, that intense. The problem was that Amadeus seemed to think it was over.
Ariel let him think that for just a moment longer before pulling back enough to lick the wound closed. And then he sat up since going back wouldn't exactly cause Amadeus to pull his hair or stop him. That sharp grin showed again - Ariel wasn't slowing down. His lover might have been but the Gangrel wasn't, intending on making them both feel the electric sparks of overstimulation as much as possible.