Infect Me With Your Love, Fill Me With Your Poison

Her body would be sent in a flurry of electric currents when the male would even simply stroke her neck with his fangs. His touch was so foreign to her, but it was all she wanted. Every move was magic from the simple bites on her scruff. Oh how his words would wrap around her mind like a seductive call, Misha closing her eyes when he would speak to her in his french lullaby.
"Winter.. I love you," she would say in a soft tone as her nose touched his, the female acting shy. She meant it, she really did. "And tonight, I want you to make me feel loved. All of me. For I am your's," she would whisper out in a hesitant tone, moving her tongue against his cheek. She would be ready. Ready for the man she loved.