She sighed audibly as she felt his warm shaft entered her folds; her walls opened up to make way for him to go through into her deepest core. One of her hands flew up to bury itself into his brown strands, while the other gripped at his shoulder with increasing tightness. As Lannik began thrusting, Octavia moved her hips as well to meet with his, each movement marked with a gasping cry that escaped her lips. She could no longer think, just feel, and the sparks that their little sensual dance was doing soon enough became the center of it all.
Octavia lifted her legs and wrapped them around the vampire's waist shortly before he increased his pace. More and more of her moans joined in the orchestra that was their love making. She bit at her bottom lip and gripped tightly at a handful of his hair as she felt her climax cresting, but before the bubble could burst, she felt Lannik slowing down gradually. Her eyes fluttered open, then, and met directly with the vampire's. The sight caused her to lean up slightly and kiss him gently on the lips.
"There's still a human in you, Lannik," she muttered softly. "I can feel that."