Her trust and confidence are intoxicating, and he inhales deeply at her neck. It is what he scents under the blood that pulls a soft, anticipatory moan from him.

"You smell of the sea," he breathes against her neck, but there is no time for a response as he sinks his fangs into her. His magic rolls through her as crimson pours into his waiting mouth, and he covers all discomfort and pain with pleasure.

His other hand finally establishes contact, supporting her hip as he swallows thickly again and again.