Tension, and then relaxation, unwound all down her limbs. Nobody else /but/ Vex had ever really been able to make her enjoy pain — like it, a little, yes, but not enjoy. Somehow she trusted Vex not to take it too far, or least to take it exactly as far as it should go. The sound Summer made trembled between a moan and a yelp. “Drawing blood there?” she managed, on a chuckle.
While most people would have stopped, or maybe even laughed, at the woman’s somewhat joking question, he took it as a challenge. Biting down a bit harder, he couldn’t stop the moan that came as the taste of blood filled his mouth. His hands clutched her shirt for a moment, shuddering, and then he slowly unlatched his mouth from her neck. Gently licking away the trail of blood, he let out a contented sigh, cravings partially satisfied.
“Vampire,” she accused, gently. “Or perhaps cat.” He still had hold of her, so she couldn’t reach up to touch the new mark. “Does that make me yours forever?” She pulled away a little, to catch his eyes, her own green ones dancing. “Or just yours to all Fae?”