[ Her language sounds like a bright song, like a banner unfurling across a summer sky. Armand kisses her languidly, moving against her with slow rolls of his hips, enjoying the slippery heat of their joined bodies, the way he can feel her pulse all the way from her throat to her cunt. When he pulls back a little, it's only far enough to be able to look down at her. ]

Here.

[ The puncture wounds have bled onto the pillows; they're already healing, but Armand lifts his hand anyway, bringing his thumb briefly to his mouth, sharp fangs piercing the skin and bringing his own blood forth. Gently, he touches it to her throat, circling his thumb over the holes to close them, his gifts joining with hers to speed the healing. Vampire courtesy.

That done, he dips back down to kiss her again, a teasing brush of his lips across hers, then touches the tip of her nose with his own. So delicate and sweet, his love. Her blood in his veins warms him. ]

You have improved in finding your pleasure since the first time we met. [ He moves into her again, a slow rocking thrust. ] Will you show me what you have learned?