He gathered me in his arms carefully, and sat down by the window in his room. He began kissing my forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips. He ventured downward, kissing and sucking on my neck. I felt when he dropped his fangs and teasingly started to scrape them against the skin over my pulse. The sensation caused my skin to warm with want, and I clung to him.
In retaliation, I began to do the same to him. I bit down on his cold, marble skin, as if I would actually make a mark.
He opened his mouth and licked the skin on my neck once more. Daring, I bit down harder, which he reciprocated, sinking his teeth in to my warm, beating flesh.
He drank in slow drags as his hands massaged me, relaxing me and converting my tension from the punctures into bliss.
I could hear his moans in between swallows, deep, and erotic. He finally pulled away and licked at the wounds, sealing them shut.
"Best kiss of my life," I murmured before drifting off to sleep in his embrace.