Her warm breathing on his face only fueled his desire, his hunger. His hands slid gingerly along the sides of her petite body, pulling her in more forcefully as he kissed her harshly, greedily, almost as if he were trying to smother her lips with his own. The new girl<em>had</em>smelled delicious, and watching Gavin feed on her, all while smelling his Dominique, had made him feel ravished; he had not fed yet that night, after all. And where feeding was not inherently sexual, after the time they'd spent together, tasting her blood made him need her.<br/><br/>His hands slipped down her gown, parting it's elegant folds and sliding into the slits that accomodated her legs, rubbing the bare skin of her thighs and bum as he pressed his lips into hers.