The sensation is familiar, giving her a chance to murmur 'oh shit' as he rolls her. Something deep down has her wondering if getting hit this hard will give her the hangover vamp rolling usually does. And then everything melts and all she wants is to explore his body again, their time always so rushed. It was always an emergency and it was always on his terms. Well, now it was her emergency and she needed him to stop flying and help her.

Gasping, she squirms against his firm body, the fabric of her clothes creating a horrible barrier between them. She needed them off, needed him.

"J--John, please--" She tries to have a coherent thought, tries to even just form a sentence without the words 'fuck'and 'me'. She used to judge those women so often that were addicted to the high that came with being rolled when feeding, used to think they were weak. That she was different.

Cassie has a brief moment of clarity, her body humming as it actively drags her back into the bliss of wanton disregard for her safety. "D-don't do this." The words are weak and lack commitment, basically trailing off in a moan - her lips pressing into the fabric on his chest.

Way to stay strong, Cassie. Killing it.