Anne could feel her own climax approaching and knew that she wanted blood. It made it more complete, and would make the bond stronger, though she wasn't really thinking on anything but the most primal of her urges. Her lips went to his neck and her teeth sunk into his flesh again. She promised herself she would only want a sip, and she struggled to keep her urges under control as her orgasm overtook her, her fangs sinking into his flesh and producing a wave of pleasure for him as well.
He tasted like heaven and it took every bit of self control Anne had not to drink deeply. She pulled back with a gasp and cried out his name, her fingernails digging into her back as she constricted around him.