There was little way of knowing what went on in the vampire's mind. Noah had trouble deciding if Dmitri was amused by the idea of violating him against his will, or moreso by seducing him. He seemed to take interest in the fact his human prey was reacting with such physical need, which made Noah wonder if he'd go out of his way to make him enjoy it.<br/><br/>As soon as the necklace was ripped away, Noah's body went into panic. A sharp gasp hissed between his lips as the stinging pain of fangs pierced through his skin, soon followed by the fire of his blood being pulled from his veins by suckling lips. He heard a groan of unadulterated pleasure in the room as a hand finally dipped beneath the fabric of his waistband to taste bare flesh, and only with the strongest embarrassment did he realize that groan was his own voice. It was true, the adrenaline of the moment excited him. He'd always been a fan of rollercoasters and fast cars, but his survival instincts had averted his desire to dance with danger itself. And with Dmitri's desires set on keeping him alive, it tore away that need to fear for his life. It dug up a buried desire to feel<i>alive</i>.<br/><br/>He was melting.<br/><br/>It ached where that merciless jaw clenched at his neck, making Noah squirm and want to push the creature off, but that might put a stop to the pleasure between it legs. "Not so rough," he muttered through grit teeth, not even realizing his hands had moved from their clutch at the bedding to the clothes of the male above him. He was sure his argument of 'adrenalibe' wouldn't justify the desperate say his hips rose to press further into Dmitri's grasp. For the moment, as fleeting as it was, he didn't give a damn. It felt good. His body buzzed with hot electricity and his stomach churned with mutated butterflies.<br/><br/>The steady drain of his blood didn't stop nearly as quickly, leaving Noah in a lightheaded state of unfocused haze and shaky breathing. He wasn't running out though, didn't lose consciousness. It was frightening to realize the beast on top of him might not stop at all, and they quickly entered a territory where he didn't know how much more he could take. It hurt. The longer he fed, the more fire it spread through Noah's veins. Heat and tingling spread into his limbs, making his fingers weaken and breath getting that much more uneven. Rather than the logical word that should have come from his lips, he whispered something far worse: "Please...<i>More</i>."