"Never." She was clutching at him, her nails raking across his back, and he thrust more furiously into her. "Always. Want. To. Fuck. You."
He felt her shudder and tighten, crying out a stream of words in French as she came. A moment later, he held her by the hips, spilling into her. Only then did the fog lift from him.
"Oh, fuck," he said, half-horrified. There were teeth marks in her shoulder where it met her neck, blood welling under the surface of the skin. "Fleur, love, I, I'm sorry," he choked out.