Taste of blood.<br/>Filled his senses.<br/>His mind.<br/><br/>His body.<br/><br/>Ryan had this secret, and he held it well hidden. Blood did something for him.<br/>In a more normal relationships - hell, probably in any kind of relationship - he'd probably be advised to get someone to exorcise from him this inner demon.<br/>If the man he was in said relationship with hadn't already fled in terror from him, of course.<br/><br/>The blood took from him an inhibition, tore down this last wall of self-control.<br/>And, also, fully hardened him in an instance.<br/><br/>He actually growled when he tightened his hold on Atticus' hair, free arm reaching down to, quite simply, take hold of his own erection, guide it against his entrance and press against it, then hooked under a knee and mercilessly entered, not taking any resistance, not waiting, but not in any hurry, either.<br/><br/>It wasn't until he was at least halfway in, he let go of the man's hair, other arm reaching down too, hooking under the other knee too, let go of his neck and pushed his knees up to his chest, groaning when this made him sink into Atticus completely, eyes closing for moments, just holding to savour, blood stained lips slightly parted.