His hands ball once more into the vampire's suit coat, clinging with fresh desperation. Has he ever experienced such delight as this? No, not once in his long life. It's an experience completely new, overwhelming, blissful, bordering on sexual in nature.

When Damian pulls away, Iseul feels utterly bereft, whining softly. Though he could still stand, Iseul swoons in Damian's arms. He leans back slightly in that embrace, resting some of his weight against the old oak behind him.

They've already gone this far, haven't they? Iseul hardly has the mind to stop now.

Wetting his lips, he peers at Damian, his eyes dark as night but practically glowing with unmasked want.

"Have all of me." Prying his fingers free of Damian's clothes, he squeezes his hands between them to discard the belt around his own waist and unfasten more of the closures on his outfit.