Dante had passed that point around the fifth bite. At the moment, he couldn't even really remember that they had stopped.

Because stopping was not a thing on his mind right now.

He left little bites all over Ezra's neck and jaw, his breathing going ragged. His fingernails dug into Ezra's leg as some part of his brain remembered that Ez wasn't quite as breakable as most people - not that he was going to push it that far.