[ Oh that warmth, that beautiful golden warmth-- the heat which he could feel radiating from Bren-- the husky whisper against his neck, the feeling of huffed breath and then a soft moan as suddenly he was not so sure that this was.. that he could. But he licked his lips regardless, tasting Bren on his tongue, the cinnamon and fire-- the taste that had always been his favorite dessert.

There was a unique flavor to it, something far warmer, like drinking mulled wine; spiced and several degrees hotter than Caleb's had ever been. He slipped his hand up and then his hands found those locks of hair, he tangled digits within and gave a soft stroking massage to the scalp. ]

There are some very dangerous vampires, however I am not one of them. I can be dangerous granted, but I am more so reclusive than I am dangerous. [ And oh how Essek felt himself want to hiss with just the mention of Trent Ikithon, the man who had orchestrated is own changing. Rather rich for someone such as that to declare vampires an abomination, when he worked with several factions ]

You taste very good, like something that I have not had in a very long time, but which was my favorite.

[ and that statement is a bit more husky of an admittance as he takes a deep abiding breath and leans backward into those larger arms, allowing himself to enjoy the feeling of intimacy and contact ]