Every time Dagger captures her mouth in a French kiss, Stella teases his tongue with hers and runs it over his fangs. Roughly she nips at his lips when he breaks for air. Her moans echo slightly in the surroundings as he teases her breasts and trails his fangs down her body. She runs one hand under his shirt, tracing his well known flesh. Stella wonders how much longer they both can take just making out.