The scent of her arousal, of spices and lust is all he can smell. It's intoxicating and fuels his own lust, his musk joining into the mix of scents. His pants are starting to get uncomfortable around him, tight in the wrong way and wet and the belt at his waist is poking him. He doesn't want to pull away from her chest, sucking on her breast. His fangs nipping her every so often. At her command he listens, pulling back to put her on top of him.

Using the break he tears his belt off, tossing it to the floor beside them so the pointy object is out of harms way. Once beltless he slides his own pants down to free his erect cock. It's pressed up against his waist, long and tattooed from the tip to the base like the rest of him, ribbed bumps decorating it. "Touch me...please..." He begs and pulls her back in for a kiss.