Summer actually yelped a little when he snarled. It wasn’t fear so much as shock at the sheer unexpectedness of it. She went completely limp the moment he touched her wrists, offering an apologetic glance, though she also shared a bubble of laughter with him. /Knowing/, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was not going to purposely hurt her made it oddly exciting, and she cried out when he took her.
She yelped again when he bit her, though, because although she knew he was a vampire, she knew he could not turn her, she /knew/ he was in predator mode, it was still genuinely painful at first. Then the endorphins rolled over her, and she arched into him, panting. “Oh, oh, oh god Victor.”
Victor hummed, tasting a bit of her blood, the taste and scent sending a rush through him. “You may touch me now.” He licked at the wound, knowing how tender it would be, and knowing that the slightest stimulation would still send jolts through her spine. “Do you like that Summer?”
“God, Victor.” Every limb trembled just under the rush from the bite; she hadn’t even climaxed yet. “Please, oh god, please.” Wrists still linked, she hooked her arms over his head, burying her fingers in his hair.