"A man can dream, Morgan," Neron murmurs, a slow smile creeping across his face, but there's not really time to discuss his particular proclivities before he's sinking his teeth into her neck and all rational thought flees his mind. It's a roar of sensation that has him arcing against her, and were it not for the unfortunate situation that all Ascended share in the bedroom, he'd certainly be showing her how good it makes him feel too.
Clasping her closer, he hums a note of agreement into her neck, and were it not for the fact that this is the first time he's done something like this with the Warden (the time at the roadside doesn't count given the lifesaving nature of the event), he might have pushed his luck a little more. But although they stay entwined with one another, Neron does withdraw his fangs, the aftershock of the arousal vibrating through him. "Good is one word for it," he mumbles, laughing softly.
