Eyes shut tight, the sensation that his teeth left behind as they were buried in her fragile skin was hard to put into words. Like a pinch, but his bite felt good. Or maybe that was just her mind trying to distract her, to keep her from fighting against him. By the time he stopped himself, Nora found herself in a haze, her eyes following his every move, before they dipped to his mouth. That smile, stained red with her blood became burned into her memory. It was both terrifying and exhilarating to see the monster looming over her. 'I'm the lamb for slaughter...and he's the lion, come to devour me.' The thought was appropriate for the moment at hand, her face turning red as he leaned down and kissed her. But she struggled, the metallic taste of her own blood in her mouth making her stomach clinch. How did vampires find their blood to be tasty?<br/><br/>Feeling him tug at the towel, the only barrier between them, no matter how sad it was, had her trembling. It wasn't fear but anticipation of what would come next. Squeaking as he tore away her towel, Nora lay there, shocked while she felt his eyes on her body. As his hands came into contact with her breasts, to toy with her nipples, she trembled more under his large hands. As if on some deep rooted instinct, she arched as his lips trailed down her body before she felt hit bite on her hip. Coincidentally, on either hip, she had a grouping of three freckles. A sort of unique beauty mark she'd had as a baby. "Ngh! Dante please!" Everywhere he touched left her tingling, she couldn't hold herself still or keep herself from squirming. "Pleasr be gentle" she begged, ashamed that she was afraid even after she said she trusted him. But it was important to her to know that he could be gentle. She didn't want to fear letting someone see or touch her in such a vulnerable state. More importantly, she didn't want to regret letting him get this far.