Mason was slightly upset that Annalette had stopped taking his blood, but quickly forgot about the whole thing when he was flipped over so now he was on top. He was dizzy and slightly confused, almost as if he had too much to drink. The only thing he really understood at the moment was the lust he had surging through his body. Mason teased her body. Kissing her everywhere and touching her slick body in all its curves and crevices. Their bodies were inseparable. The heat glued them together. They were hungry and Mason lost all sense of what was right.
He didn't wait for her to say anything. He knew there was no need to do such a thing. Not at this point in time anyways. In all seriousness, Mason was not all that great in bed. He was bullied as a kid and never really got any girls to have sex with him. He never cared for it. Now was the most flustered he had been in a long time. The loss of blood and dizziness was probably not all that helpful either.
It was night now, and Mason was asleep. Both Annalette and him lay naked in her bed, side by side, sweaty and worn out. Well, Mason was worn out anyway. Vampires apparently had great amounts of stamina. His body though, was bruised and cut from Annalette's harsh actions. There were scratches on his back and bruises mostly on his arms and legs. The bed was covered in his blood from the bite on his neck. Many people would wonder how much (if at all) did Annalette drink if there was so much on the bed.
With the doors to the balcony still open, the cool night breeze blew into the room. This caused Mason to shiver. He was naked. No clothes that would protect him from the cold. The heat from his earlier activities was gone now. The lack of blood coursing through his veins made it hard for him to circulate heat around his body. He was weary, cold, and soon was about to be sick. But Mason was strong. He'd pull through, even if Annalette did nothing to alleviate his pain and shivering body.