Lane felt wonderfully dizzy and he wasn't sure if it was from the powerful orgasm or loss of blood. He didn't much care, really. Pulling out slowly, he then stumbled backward and leaned to pull up his jeans, swaying dangerously when he uprighted. "Shit," he panted, lungs still craving air. He held up his wrist and saw it was still flowing blood freely. "Gotta make that stop," he mumbled and dropped to his knees, a bit heavier than he'd planned.