It was the predator in him as much as it was Damian himself who locked eyes on his throat. Swallowing, he stared at the way that throat was bared to him. An offer that would surely bind them to each other for eternity. Moving his fingers down to that pulse, he felt it beat beneath his fingers a moment as if everything was frozen in that single moment.

Then he was moving. In his mind it was slow and fluid. In Iseul's mind it would be in an instant. One moment he was frozen before him and then in the next he'd reversed their positions to press his lips to his throat. Shuddering at the scent of him, he parted his lips to press his fangs until they pierced skin, eyes fluttering closed at the first taste of him.

It burned on his tongue and he could taste the actual fae magic in him. Moaning loud, he cupped the back of his head and wrapped his other arm around him to hold Iseul close as he swallowed that first mouthful.