The wet heat of her sex made him surge up to bury himself inside. If he'd had the thought to be gentler, he would have gone more slowly considering that he was very much not a small man, but the bite of those fangs, the heat as the venom was burned away, and the warmth of her body drove any such concerns away.

Tianlang-Jun broke away from the sharpened kiss to dip his head and bury his face against the spirit's throat, letting his own fangs scrape over delicate skin, more than ready to leave a mark there.