Airy inhaled a sharp breath as his reply flowed sweetly from his lips. She didn't know that magic changed the taste of her blood or that at her core she was made of a primal seductive power. Her history was unknown to her but there had always been some hazy relation between the Creator and vampires; a secret that Airy had never been able to uncover.

Her eyes met Matt's and she felt herself falling into him. She would never deny him normally and now she felt like any denial might be impossible. She moved with him, complimenting and helping as he pushed her against the wall and sank inside of her.

Her arms circled his neck while a moan punctuated each eager thrust of his hips. The sensual high of his bite hadn't entirely faded and she felt it respond to him as breath and body mingled in its intoxicating embrace. "Oh Matt. Matt!" Her fingers slipped through his hair, nails biting at his scalp as pleasure and tension overwhelmed her senses. "Fuck." His kiss broke off any thing else she might have said, muffling moans and cries as she felt her body teeter on the edge of bliss.

Airy didn't know how much time had past, how many thrusts, it felt like a second and hours pushed into one but it all crashed against her at once. Their kiss broke and she gasped, breath stolen, as her body tightened hungrily around his cock.