[ Cater's sweet blood pools in his mouth easily from the harsh bite, his teeth letting up as the tell-tale taste of iron hits his tongue. He carefully swipes his tongue along the small wounds, his mouth so much sweeter after that harsh bite, lapping up all of the blood he'd drawn from him.

Pulling back slightly from him, Lilia admires the bite mark, the spots where his fangs pressed into his skin, panting heavily with a mix of desire and amusement. He doesn't yet realize his own saliva is dripping down from his mouth, some of Cater's own blood staining his lips. Leaning back enough to look at Cater, to press their foreheads together, he smiles again at the younger. ]

Don't hold back, you sweet thing, [ Lilia murmurs to him, his hips grinding desperately down against Cater. ] ... we're in no rush. I'm yours for the night, alright? Let's enjoy this, let our bodies take control.

[ His tongue moves across his own fangs, his gaze hungry as he keeps his eyes on Cater, his mouth hanging open. ]

Does that sound like fun to you, too?

[ Such a dangerous proposition, if he'd already decided to take a bite out of Cater's shoulder. Poor Cater would be covered in bites from his sharp fangs by the time the night was over. Like he was attacked by some rabid vampire or something. Which...

Could it really be said that Lilia wasn't a little similar to a rabid beast??? ]