He kissed her deeply, the fire growing in his eyes. He kissed down her neck, found her heavily beating pulse. He bit, feeling her blood pool in his mouth, letting out a sigh of pleasure before sealing the bite with his tongue. A finger grew into a claw and he slashed at his chest, leaving a long, deep cut. He brought her head up, her lips to the cut. "Drink, love." He said, still thrusting into her.