[ Lauralae had found it painfully easy to give herself over to Armand and his touch; he had been kind to her, and held an allure, a danger that appealed to her own predatory senses. She wanted nothing more than to lean into him and bite in return, to offer her blood and sink her teeth into flesh. It is only recently that her own desires came to light, and now...
Now she is struggling with what that means for her, in the future.
The touch of this man inspires something similar. It is two predators coming together, something dark sparking between them, the knowledge that either of them could bite and tear and come out the other side content, rather than truly harmed. ]
Yes. I enjoyed it, seeing my blood spilled, seeing him take it and enjoy it. [ There's a flush to her cheeks, now, heating up the paleness of her. ] And he gave me his, too. It was...
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Now she is struggling with what that means for her, in the future.
The touch of this man inspires something similar. It is two predators coming together, something dark sparking between them, the knowledge that either of them could bite and tear and come out the other side content, rather than truly harmed. ]
Yes. I enjoyed it, seeing my blood spilled, seeing him take it and enjoy it. [ There's a flush to her cheeks, now, heating up the paleness of her. ] And he gave me his, too. It was...
[ Perfect. ]