"C'mere," he said, voice deep and rough as his hands helped scoop her up and onto his lap, settling her over him as he positioned himself at her entrance and encouraged her down, chin lifting with a tight groan as she clutched around him. Sliding a hand around her face, he pulled her down for another kiss, hands and body urging hers to move and ride him.

Teasing was all well and good, they were good ideas for later, but right now, All Matthew wanted to do was wear her out and drown her senses in the opium high haze he knew she must be in.

"I wish I could feed from you, I'd bite that sweet neck of yours right now and make you cum all over me," he breathed, having broken the kiss with a tilt of his head, strong hand keeping their foreheads pressed together.