Her skin shivered in response to his caresses, warm, vibrant, more than humanly alive. This was what she existed for, what she thrived on. The lust of those who could match her own. The blood he tasted now was sweeter, somehow more concentrated... more intoxicating.<br/><br/>She shifted back a little, towards his knees, and spread her legs wider, giving him more room to play with her folds. Her hands slid up his arms, scratching lightly over his shirt, before they reached his collar and started undoing button after button. Bare skin. It had to be bare skin.<br/><br/>By the time the shirt was hanging loose over him, the teasing had her slit engorged and dripping wet and her nipples dark and hard like cherries. She exchanged another heated glance with him and then leaned in to drag her tongue up his chest to his throat.