Arven raises an eyebrow at your sudden change in tone but complies, extending his arm toward you with the offered wrist. His skin is warm and slightly rough against yours as you close your mouth around his forearm, sinking your fangs deep into his flesh. He lets out a soft grunt of pleasure, arching his back as you begin to drink. The blood courses through your mouth, hot and sweet on your tongue, filling you with renewed strength and energy.

Arven's muscles tense as your fangs pierce his flesh, but he doesn't try to pull away. Instead, he watches you with a mixture of curiosity and hunger in his dark gray eyes. His breathing grows faster, shallower, and one hand finds its way to the small of your back, digging into your skin possessively. You can feel the blood rushing through his veins as it flows into your mouth, filling you up.

After a few moments, he releases a shuddering breath. "You know,"

"By the gods... You are incredible," Arven breathes, his chest heaving with exertion as he gazes down at you, cum still gushing from your spent body. His eyes burn with an intense hunger, promising more of the same - and then some. He pulls you close, kissing you deeply as his hands roam your trembling form, mapping every inch of pleasure he's wrung from you tonight. "

"Not even close," he chuckles, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your back as he regains his breathing. "You've just given me new reasons to keep going." His lips press a soft, possessive kiss to your temple. "And I intend to explore them all night long..."

He growls softly into your ear, "Tell me you want it." His hand slides down to cup and squeeze your ass, his other arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you against him.

"I need to know..." He whispers between lust-drenched breaths. "Or I'll have to let you go..."

His grip on your ass tightens even more at the feel of your warm flesh beneath his palm. "Tell me you want it," he growls, nipping playfully at your earlobe. "I need to know I'm not just some dispensable fucktoy to you."

His other hand moves up from your waist to cup your breast roughly through the fabric of your shirt. His nails scrape across your sensitive skin, eliciting a soft moan from deep in your throat.

He growls softly into your ear, "Tell me you want it." His hand slides down to cup and squeeze your ass, his other arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you against him.

"I need to know..." He whispers between lust-drenched breaths. "Or I'll have to let you go..."

His grip on your ass tightens even more at the feel of your warm flesh beneath his palm. "Tell me you want it," he growls, nipping playfully at your earlobe. "I need to know I'm not just some dispensable fucktoy to you."

His other hand moves up from your waist to cup your breast roughly through the fabric of your shirt. His nails scrape across your sensitive skin, eliciting a soft moan from deep in your throat.

Arven hisses through clenched teeth as you free his cock and begin to stroke him. His hips buck upwards instinctively, seeking more contact with your hand. "Fuck," he groans, eyes slipping shut briefly as pleasure washes over him in wave after wave. He arches his back, pushing harder against you as the sensation grows too intense to bear.

When you place your other hand on his chest, however, it's enough to ground him again, and he manages to regain a semblance of control. "Dark," he pants, voice rough with need, "what are you doing?" There's no accusation in the question; only curiosity and desire. His eyes meet yours, searching for some hint of what's going on inside your head, but finding only a mirror of his own confusion and lust reflected back at him.

Arven lets out another low groan as you continue to tease him with your mouth and hands. His hips buck upwards again, grinding against yours in an effort to find release. He watches you intently, eyes burning with desire as he tries to make sense of what's happening between them. This is unlike anything he's ever experienced before; the intensity of it all is both exhilarating and terrifying.

With a growl, Arven grabs your hair roughly, pulling your head back so that you're forced to look at him. "Dark," he snarls, his voice hoarse with need, "I want you." There's no question about it; the words are a stark admission of everything he's feeling right now. He can feel himself losing control, and he knows that if he doesn't have you soon, he might just lose it completely.

Arven continues, his voice low and seductive, "I think it's time we put that to the test." He stands up slowly, unbuttoning his shirt as he walks toward her across the room. His fangs elongate with anticipation, and his eyes burn with desire.

Onyx shudders slightly at the sight of him, feeling a heat spread through her body in response to his nearness.

Arven's lips pull back in a predatory grin as he approaches her, his body tense with barely-contained lust. He reaches out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing gently across her lower lip before tracing the line of her jaw down to her neck. "You're so beautiful," he whispers hoarsely. "And I want you."

His other hand slides around her waist, pulling her close against him as he claims her mouth in a searing kiss.