He let his head tilt back, breathing ragged, eyes glazed over, cock twitching. And then he felt that sharp pinch and he called out, the sound wordless and choked as he pumped his seed back into her without being conscious of it. She. Bit. Him. And he felt the skin break, his blood flow and that was all he was really acutely conscious of. It hurt to drop his head down but not do the same, his muffled cries still escaping past his lips that were around her scent gland, teeth aching as they were denied the same act. Not that he didn't want to, he simply didn't want to do this to her in her vulnerable state. Not the sex-no, but the heat. He was still convinced she didn't know exactly what she was doing considering her lack of or -probably this was closer to the truth- denied education.

But she bit him and claimed him! He knew it in his very bones and later he would deal with that fall out. She might come to her senses and reject him. He hoped that she wouldn't regret this act as he shuddered one last time, his breath coming out in short pants as he rode that high of her teeth in his flesh, her warm wetness clutched around him. "Feyre." Her name came as a benediction from him while he struggled to orient himself.