[ Her touch is pleasant, soon to be turning cold, as Zephir keeps sucking and gulping blood that dribbles from his chin and down her neck. Shaky exhales and weak moans of relief chase more of the taste, the warmth, the pleasant burn in his throat and chest.
Then fingers curl to grab her face, cleaning bloodied skin with the flat of his tongue. ]
A little more, love.
[ Lottie says it's enough, but that's impossible. It can never be enough. ]
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Then fingers curl to grab her face, cleaning bloodied skin with the flat of his tongue. ]
A little more, love.
[ Lottie says it's enough, but that's impossible. It can never be enough. ]