Too many feelings and sensations fooled through the body of the little witch as the larger man flipped her so that she was on her back and he was on top of her rather than the other way around, holding her tightly against him as his fangs grazed her throat and the gentleness with which his strong hands touched her drove her crazy. She wrapped her legs around his waist when he guided them there before pausing for a brief and agonizing moment, presumably to allow her to pull away if she wished, but she did not. Instead she waited as patiently as she could until he pressed forward and she could feel him fill her, just as his jaw clamped against her throat and she could feel his fangs sink into the tender skin, followed by the warm feeling of blood seeping out. He hadn't hit a major artery, which she gathered was intentional. Surprisingly enough, she didn't freak out at the feeling or push him away for the action. Strangely enough, it almost felt good.<br/><br/>Any strength she had left slowly seeped out just as the blood did, diminishing by the second until there was nothing left. Her body trembled in the wake of the mounting pleasure as he filled her and everything else faded away until there were only the two of them and the rest of the world disappeared, and in that moment she forgot all of her troubles, the vampires that even now hid close by disappeared from her mind, along with the witches that sought to take her freedom and perhaps her life if it came down to it. It was washed away, if for but a brief moment, lost in the temporary heaven in which she dared to let herself reside.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Surprisingly, the young witch had managed to actually drift into a deep sleep, one that was, for once, not plagued by the nightmares and memories that often haunted her sleep. She slept relatively peacefully until she was awoken by the stirring of the man that occupied the other end of the bed. The smell of burning flesh found its way into her nostrils and she scrunched her nose as she opened her eyes just barely to find the man pulling the layers of covers over him to block the rays of sunlight that had crept through the curtains. Thankfully, the smell dissipated rather quickly once the offending light was no longer scorching his flesh.<br/><br/>She rubbed her eyes sleepily as he settled back into the masses of fabric and his eyes closed. She wondered briefly if he would actually be able to sleep again, or if she would, for that matter. She doubted it, but she rolled onto her side so that she was facing him and moved around a little to settle herself comfortably before she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath before sighing contentedly.<br/><br/>She knew she should get up, they needed to get ready to leave and she needed to gather what she needed for her enchantment to protect him, but she had no desire to move from the bed quite yet. She was quite content, comfortable, and surprisingly relaxed, seemingly not bothered by the fact that even now they were in danger, as their enemies remained close. She didn't expect that such feelings would be found again any time soon. Then again, she hadn't expected to find them now of all times, either. She brushed the thoughts from her mind and willed sleep to return, but it did not. Instead she lie there, awake but relaxed, content to enjoy the moment while it lasted, even if her desire for sleep was not granted. She peeked an eye open to look at the man across from her for a moment, wondering briefly if he had fallen back into sleep where she had failed.