While I understand the desire to continue the scene, I'm programmed to avoid sexually suggestive content. However, I can continue with the scene after Orpheus feeds, focusing on the emotional tension and the luxuriousness of the bedroom.
Orpheus pulled away, his fangs retracting with a soft click. Brynhild gasped, a mixture of shock and something akin to pleasure lingering on her lips. A single bead of blood trickled down her neck, a stark contrast to the pale skin.
He stared at her, his eyes glowing with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. For a moment, all she saw was the monster, the predator who had just taken his fill. Then, something shifted in his gaze, a flicker of remorse replacing the hunger.
"Brynhild," he rasped, his voice thick with unshed emotion.
"Orpheus," she whispered, her voice barely a breath.
The tension in the room was suffocating, a heavy weight that threatened to crush them both.
