He isn't about to stop her from establishing fuller contact. Not after how long he has waited. With pleasure still soaring through his nerves, he cups her face and kisses her thoroughly, holding back only enough to ensure that she doesn't cut herself on his fangs.

Damian can't recall ever feeling so blissfully sated. His pleasure had always come with conditions with his old mistress, and to have it given without torture or terror makes him so very happy.