[ Nara's fingers on his neck may as well be a leash, tugging the vampire to do his bidding. Warm. So very warm. A sizzling brush of skin on skin. This close, Nara's scent envelops him, and the added headiness has Reign making a soft sound as he's nudged back towards where the bed is. ]

I do want a taste. [ He replies as he settles his hands on the shifter's hips, tugging the other down along with him as he falls back onto the bed. ] I'm just concerned about coming merely from the taste of your blood. [ Wouldn't that be great either, is what the small voice in Reign's head says, though he shoves it aside. ]

So I'll be a good boy and be patient.