She loved how he appeared when he'd fed from her, those dark eyes, nearly as black as her own, dark and filled with lust, As his teeth sank into her lip taking the last few drops of blood she'd given him, making sure he'd taken it all, she moaned pleasurably and Sam found her, the demon, nudging at her with his power and his strength. He loved her, Sam loved her and he chose to show it in a way that still made her heart race.
He had reached in to the very core of her even as he pushed at her shirt, shrugging off her jacket forcefully. She practicly ripped the shirt over her head to get him touching her skin again in conjunction with what he was doing to her inside. She wasn't even able to articulate his name the only noise escaping her a throaty sigh that turned into a moan as she bucked her hips against him again hands sliding down to start undoing his pants.