He groan-growl-ed into her neck as he thrust, slowly and steadily, deep into her, even as he fed. He took only what he had to, which with her was very, very little. Her power, her blood, made all others look like nothing.
And in return, he sent his power into her, imparting pleasure as he could, before lifting his head from her neck, his tongue flickering out to lick his lips before he locked them to hers in a hungry kiss. One lust had been slaked, another was aborning.