Him?

"You. Are. Mine." Caleb rasped in a strained voice as he drove inside her harder. "You are fucking mine. Till the day I die!" He could see her fangs growing. Her need to mark him. He rolled with her, made her straddle him again and then sat up. He held her hips, aiding her to move up and down his length, and said, "Mark me, my queen!" He turned his neck to the side. And Elize buried her fangs in his pulse point. They sank so deep, so perfectly. "Oh, god, yes!" he snarled, delirious with the sensation of her fangs in him and his cock inside her. He didn't know where she began or where he started. 

She swallowed the hot citrusy blood. Her core grew wetter. The heat that had coiled inside her belly was about to unfurl. She grabbed his shoulders as she was about to come. Her nails scored his skin.