She hadn't been bitten so harshly and so pleasurably since Matt. Nott could remember the feel of his fangs, his relentless fucking. In a strange way, Dorian reminded her of Matt, but held a certain tenderness and respect for her. That was quite unlike Matt. She groaned loudly, squeezing around him tightly, the walls clenching around his throbbing member. "Fuck me..." she hissed. Blood seeped between them, their sanguine liquid mixing and staining their skin. It didn't matter, it was completely forgotten in the haze of lust. "God, yes, fuck me!"