As Alexa's body twitched under Puternic's, he knew that the girl was his. She was starting to play the music according to his rhythm. It seemed that both Puternic and Alexa had been designed for each other: every curve of Alexa was a perfect fit for Puternic's muscles, was well as her soft skin seemed to add pleasure to his somehow rugged skin. What followed did not surprise him: her scratching, her legs wrapping around his waistline, her gaze on his. His scents had an effect on Alexa in a way he didn't expect: faster than Puternic believed to be possible, the vampiress revealed to be more fragile and passionate than the legends told. This explains why he did not feel intimidated by the apparent aggression's. Good for Puternic: he could be some romantic with her.<br/><br/>Puternic's left hand moved to the nape of Alexa's and grabbed it firmly, bringing it closer to his lips: she had invited him to kiss her, but he would control her. Her lips, painted with a vivid lipstick, were more than inviting: they were absolutely sinful. His natural curiosity made his tongue look for her fangs - snaking around her tips, Puternic felt how sharp they were and nearly cut himself. The contact with her fangs made him shiver in pleasure: Playing with them was a dangerous game, he would love to play. Meanwhile, his right hand moved alongside her body, caressing her over the tight dress, until it reached the hem of the dress. Slowly and carefully, he began to pull it upwards.