What little that remained of Henry's logical thought marveled at the changes that had been wrought in this thing that had been Gabriella. The things she said, almost more than the fact that they were having wild, frantic sex stunned him beyond words. They felt wrong, completely wrong; just more confirmation that this was no longer the girl he knew. But those fears were not strong enough to conquer the lust and obedience she drew out of him.
"Yes," he gasped as she kissed him and threatened to bite him. Somehow, no matter what she suggested, Henry knew he would give in. "Yes, do it..."
Instead, she came. The sudden vise-like tightness around his cock made Henry shout in exquisite pain, and he clung to Gabriella's body as it writhed and bucked with the climax. Even if he wanted to, there was no resisting her as she pushed him off and onto his back. The lapping of her cool tongue against his hot, rigid shaft drew a groan from his throat, a sound she then silenced with a kiss.
Henry's next sound was a strained gasp, half from Gabriella lowering herself back onto his cock, half from the sharp pain of her fangs in his neck. The combination was terrible and wonderful and too much to bear. "Going to come..." he rasped.