His fangs descended, and Lilian could see them clearly now, sharp, white, and Lilian became suddenly aware of how still he was being. He positioned them carefully against the sensitive flesh of her breast, just beside her nipple, giving her time to pull away if she wanted to.
Then he bit.
The sensation was indescribable, surging through her, pain transformed into pleasure so intense it bordered on overwhelming.
Lilian cried out, her back arching off the bed as her hands fisting in Dante's hair, gripping it hard enough to hurt if he had been human. He didn't flinch.
He didn't drink deeply, he took just enough to let his venom to spread, igniting a psychic connection between them.
When he pulled back and licked the small wound closed, Lilian was left trembling, her breath uneven.
"Is it good?" Dante asked, though he had to know the answer from her reaction.
"That was..." Lilian struggled to find her breath. "Can you do it again?"
