Now is not the time for thinking. Iseul couldn't do it to save his life. It's all he can do to hang on to Damian, to cling to him with all four limbs as the vampire begins to move. That first thrust punches the air from Iseul's lungs. Each one that comes after leaves him mewling in delight. There's so much happening, in his heart, in his mind, to his body; all separate melodies coming together to form the same beautiful symphony. Even the sharp prick of the oak's bark scratching his back as they move feels good.

The second bite is bliss. Iseul cries out at the feel of those too-sharp teeth penetrating his skin once more. The warmth of his blood and Damian's cool lips provide such contrasting sensations it makes him dizzy (or maybe that's the blood loss). How he manages not to cum in that instant is a mystery, even to Iseul.