Affected is one word for it - obsessed is more accurate, the Ascended groaning his pleasure against the side of her neck, where blood wells and a feeling of fire thrums through the length of his body. Morgan tightens around him, and the delicious arch of her orgasm has him thrusting deeper inside, lost to the growing pressure in the base of his spine. His teeth leave her with a gasp as he finally does cum, her name almost a mumbled curse in the crook of her shoulder, his hand gripping against her thigh to keep her close.
"Fuck," he growls, fighting to hold himself up on muscles that are suddenly like jelly. He's almost boneless in his satisfaction, Neron feeling the beginning of a laugh building at the back of his throat, though he stifles it by kissing the blood from Morgan's neck. "That was better than I imagined it would be. And I've got a very good imagination," he mumbles.
