His mouth settled over her throat to nuzzle. His fangs pierced the thin skin easily and his mouth flooded with her sweet taste. With a sigh of contentment, he pulled her close and settled in to feed, the sweet warm taste of her essence deeply satisfying. To his delight, she sleepily snuggled closer and angled her throat to make it easier for him. His hands drifted over her, teased her nipples as much to caress as for his own pleasure. Her arm curled up around his neck to pull his mouth harder against her. To his surprise, more venom spurted from his fangs as they penetrated her and she arched in pleasure as it seared through her veins. His body knew more than he did and was eager to claim her completely. Her breasts swelled against his hands. Reluctantly, he lifted his mouth from her. “By the gods, you’re sweet, my angel,” he murmured against her ear. She sighed. “I love this.” It was the first time she had said as much and Asmodeus’ heart lightened, eased. There was that about the venom that allowed him to feed from her so freely, but even so, it was something to hear her say the words, to know it gave her so much satisfaction too.
