As she settled into an easy rhythm, she smiled down at him when he spoke. Lips pressed to his in a passionate kiss. "It's just cruel to leave you hanging..." Amelia had manners. She had been raised never to leave something hanging like that. Even the other night...even after her mood was gone, she tried to help him finish. That was probably the first time that Amelia had left her partner unsatisfied. Amelia was sensitive. Her body could orgasm time and time again. She knew that some men could only climax once, so why leave them high and dry when she should be returning the favor.

She felt his hands on her hips, his body moving with hers. And then she began to increase her speed, wanting him to find his sweet release. Her breath was ragged as she kissed along his chest and neck, urging him to increase his pace with her. She wanted to feel him explode within her, a feeling that she never grew tired of.

However, as she was working towards his own release, she did not miss the words that left his lips. He wanted her to bite him. "I've not bitten anyone in hundreds of years..." She wasn't sure if she would be able to control herself if she were to finally taste him. While she had excellent control in general, she wasn't sure she would be able to in her heightened state. But this was Troy, asking her for something and damnit, she would give it to him.

Before he had a chance to either reassure her or change his mind, she decided that she would give into his wishes. She kissed and licked where his carotid pulsed beneath her. Her pace on top of him increased even more, almost like a rabid animal. And then, she let her fang bite into the flesh, piercing the artery. His blood flowed freely into her lips. It was intoxicating...so much better than any of her donors. In this moment, Amelia felt her body orgasm again, overcome with sensations that she had never felt before. And before she did him any harm, she removed her fangs from him, letting her tongue lick along the puncture wounds, successfully closing them and healing the vein.

After his own climax, she eased off of him and fell to the side of him on the bed. She curled against his body, her hand twirling lightly in the hair upon his chest. She smiled up at him, her finger moving to trace where her fang marks could still be slightly seen. While she wasn't a fan of hurting Troy or drinking from him...the experience was rather erotic, something even she had not experienced before. As silence settled over them, her voice finally rang out. "Your blood really is something else..." If she were not in as much control as she was, she could have easily drank him dry. "How do you feel?" The last thing Amelia wanted was for him to regret what had just happened. Suddenly she was a little self-conscious. What if he hated being bitten? What if he never really wanted to be bit? But she had to keep telling herself that this was Troy...and she meant so much more to her. Surely he wouldn't not be having any of those thoughts.