Her skin seemed softer now too, her hair silkier.  Vampirism apparently agreed with her, as it had crafted her into an even more attractive version of what most, especially Drake, viewed as a very good package.  It helped that she was also as lustful as he was.  It didn't matter how often they made love, she wanted him all the time, just as he seemed to want her.<br/><br/>they'd made love all night practically, and again twice that morning, and yet she was still writhing and riding him with wild abandon.  It helped that she had that vampiric energy and stamina, her body moving eagerly above his, hips slamming down hard and fast.  Silken raven colored strands drug along his skin as she arched back and rolled and writhed atop him.  Her cries of pleasure filled the room as she neared the inevitable release.