Dawn inhales sharply when Ianthe finds the perfect spot on her neck, her back arching up slightly and the hand in Ianthe's hair tightening a little to hold her in that spot when she feels teeth on her skin.

"Ah!"

It feels good, the little bit of pain that comes with pleasure and she feels the area between her legs become wet enough that it might quickly begin to soak Ianthe's trousers.