They'd always been passionate, but she couldn't remember him ever being so wild before.  Of course that was the venom, and she had to be impressed by the strength it had taken him to get this far, to be with -her- before he let go.  It was just another bit of proof as to just how much he loved her, that he could fight something so powerful long enough to get to her, get home, and get -clean-.<br/><br/>As he bit her, combining her blood to the mix, mingling his own venom into her bloodstream, and letting his own venom loaded blood filter into her, it took away any hint of real discomfort.  The wild pounding became nothing but pleasure even as he gathered her up and moved from the wall to the bed.  She fell back onto it with him, moaning against his throat as she drank.  her arms and legs clung to him as he pounded hard and fast deep inside of her.