It's at that moment when she's tipped into the deep end of pleasure that he strikes, sinking his top two fangs deep into her inner thigh and closing his lips in a tight seal around the newly gushing wound. The taste of her ecstasy-rich blood slides exquisitely down his throat, filling him with heat and vitality, raising a pink flush into his cheeks.

He's careful to time himself, counting out the seconds while he suckles her lifeblood with enough force to leave a hickey. A few more is all he can allow himself. His thirst is quenched already, but the taste is such difficult bliss to turn away from. Still, his promise is rock solid. After one last satiating lick, he pulls his teeth away, quickly nicking a hole in his own thumb with one fang so he can close the deepest holes in her thigh with his own healing blood. He'll leave the shallow marks he made with his other teeth and the bruise of sucking for her to admire later, just as she wishes.

Once he pulls away, he raises himself up to look into her face, while his fingers gently stroke along her leg in soothing slow circles. The danger of going to such heights is that sometimes there is a low point lingering on the other side of it. He won't abandon her to that just because he's gotten what he wanted.