“Don’t stop, don’t release your fangs.” Easing onto his back, he rasped, “Must kiss you in turn.” She kept him under her bite as he maneuvered her body to his side. “Scream, Lizvetta, scream for me.” When he burrowed his head between her legs, pressing his opened mouth to her, she did scream. “Ah! Keep feeding,” he commanded her with a lash of his tongue, “and I’ll reward you.”
