At the sound of the first moan that was released against his lips, Wes felt shivers run completely over his body as it swept over him nearly driving him wild. It only fueled his thrusts, each motion, every meeting of their hips was made with the intention of bringing the exotic sounds forward. With passion and lust burning at a fever pitch Wes quickly became lost in the sea of sensations they shared. His body desired hers in the best possible way, content to drain both of them of their energy until they were left laying in the intoxicating afterglow of their love making. His world was sent spinning at a break neck pace once she was secured in his lap, and once she answered the encouragement of hands and began to motion her body with the pace of his thrusts, bringing herself back down in perfect rhythm he couldn't help the whisper of "Fuck" that left his lips. Everything about the two coming together in perfect harmony was more blissful than he could have possibly even begun to imagine.<br/><br/>From the moans and gasps that left her lips as their bodies danced, the way her hands felt against him, her soft lips pressed to her own as their tongues sought their counterparts. Wes had completely fallen, as if he hadn't already. Before her exotic curves and lustful gaze had claimed him it was that warm smile, and that laugh that had begun to bring feeling back into his guarded heart. Despite her outward mannerisms the first time they met, guarded nature and short patience he had always known there was something deeper hiding behind the serious demanor she kept that night. He'd seen it in her eyes, the moment he informed her of his intent to die that night for the pure pipe dream of some glorious revenge. She didn't even know him, had her own more pressing matters to attend to. . .yet it was those beautiful orbs that showed him she felt for his plight. From the kindness offered at the sleepy bed and breakfast, their little back and forth quips and finally the moment their lips met properly outside of the rush of imminent death. Somewhere. Ava had stolen his heart a long time ago.<br/><br/>It's what brought that furrow of his brow, the concern he couldn't hide as he opened his eyes once he felt her pace slow itself. At first, concerned that maybe she needed to slow down, his pace of thrusts had been kept consistent and with her bouncing to keep pace he would gladly offer her reprieve. . .until he noticed her eyes. The same eyes told all, at least to one that was so enamored by them as he was. He followed their gaze and in that moment his heart nearly stopped, just as it had when that pair of razor sharp fangs had torn into his flesh and began to bleed him nearly dry, ghostly white and shuddered breaths as he felt all of his strength leave him. "<i>Hooks" </i>He finally managed to mutter lightly, offering a small half smile her way as he began to attempt and bring her attention away from the mark. His arms wrapped around her waist as their bodies continued to dance in rhythm, and Wes attempted to tear Ava's focus away as he brought his hips upwards in a rough thrust, and another, his pace changing from their slow rocking to a more unrestrained wild pace.<br/><br/>As Wes continued his sudden change of pace, giving a few huffs he brought his lips to capture her own, just as they had been about to before Ava had her attention stolen away. Even with that creeping fear beginning to find itself into the back of his mind, his body still ached for her. And thus he'd bring her to lay her back down on the bed, adjusting along with her and encouraging those legs to wrap themselves tightly against his waist, his hand sliding down the curves of her side to rest just above her hip and give more power behind the just as powerful thrusts he continued to rock into her body, the mattress alive and joining in the sounds of their sinful dance as his hand once more sought out her own. Intent to chase away the visions of himself crawling out of that grave, and the first reflection he saw of himself in the waters of the bayou, the new razor sharp fangs that he had been "Gifted" as he screamed in horror. No. Nothing was going to tear him away from this moment, the sound of her pleasure in his ear as he got lost in the sensation of her tight walls squeezing around his cock with every single thrust.