He was soon shaking and whimpering needily within the kiss, eyes half-lidded, pleasure veiling dark orbs as he gazed at her, lust and want and need all rolled into one again a moan that came as echo to hers.

He tugged at the hair again, lightly as distraction, and took advantage of that one second he was given to escape, breaking the kiss and tugging a slight bit sharper to bear more of her throat and then fully claim it, raking teeth onto it as if a predator even as he tried to claim his breath back, rubbing onto her.