Sometimes, only sometimes, it's easy to forget exactly what Damian is. It's all academic to think of him as a vampire, a title without the acknowledgment of the monstrous power behind it. An apex predator, a hunter by nature with all the preternatural skills and instincts to make them truly dangerous -- even to other non-humans. But Iseul's reminded of it the instant his back hits the oak tree. Oh, he's well and truly trapped, with that broad trunk behind him and the power and strength of a vampire in front of him.

That thought is fleeing, gone the instant he feels those cold lips on his skin. The fae's pulse stutters and speeds up in the fractions of a second between feeling those soft lips and those unnaturally sharp teeth. Inky eyes flutter closed and he reaches up to cling to Damian. A whimpering moan echoes the vampire's as he feels a sort of heady sensation wrap around him. It isn't dizziness outright, but something adjacent to it.

Oh, and a fresh spike of white-hot desire.