The rubbing against her clit made Lasciel convulse and a sound between a groan and a growl bubbled up from her throat. Impaled on Samuel's cock as she was, there was not much moving to do, but she clenched harder around him, almost painfully, her back arching away from him for a moment. The pleasure was rising again, pulsing with the flow of the power between them, their moans in counterpoint.<br/><br/>She didn't expect the bite, but her body welcomed the pain that spiked the pleasure and one hand let go of the headboard to run her nails along the arm that was wrapped around her, before dipping it down where their bodies slammed together, to tease around his cock every time it pulled out. The taste of her blood didn't have the coppery tang of mortal blood. It was more bitter and fiery, burning his taste buds a little and making his head swim. As if everything about her, down to her lifeblood, was made to get folk hooked on her.