How many thrusts, or how long he was holding her down, she couldn't tell. She went from her hands and knees to only her knees, with him holding her up within a heartbeat. She felt the next thrust deeply and then the slice of his fangs deep into her neck. Again her throat ached with the strength of her cry as her soul and his became entwined.<br/><br/>The force and pain of the bite did something odd, in that her body was flooded with pleasure and she tightened around her mate, milking him with her first orgasm. She couldn't tell where the pleasure and pain separated, only that everything hurt and everything felt like lightning in her veins. Her hand claws gentle found his head to hold him there, as her other reached for his hip.