[ The bite bursts into her like some kind of aphrodisiac, and Lauralae moans for it, tilting her head to grant him all the space he desires, with no hesitation. She could play the game of acting as if she is against this, as if she does not welcome his attentions, but it seems foolish indeed. She wants him, yearns for him, her body seeking out his touch with no hesitation and no pause, and denying herself is a waste of the moment.
He has won. He has caught her. Why ruin that novelty with pretend that neither of them want?
Careful hands reach out to help him, the pain of her touch tempered by medication, and she shifts, wiggling a little to try and get him close to her as swiftly as she can. Her need for him is impossible to ignore, flooding her with delight and an intensity that makes her weak in his arms, desperate for him - wanting all that he has to offer, wanting more of his bite, his harshness, the ache of pain that brings such delicious pleasure. ]
I do not want another. I seek only you, cousin, if you will give me it.
[ A shift of her body, and a hand on his neck, nails digging in. ]
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He has won. He has caught her. Why ruin that novelty with pretend that neither of them want?
Careful hands reach out to help him, the pain of her touch tempered by medication, and she shifts, wiggling a little to try and get him close to her as swiftly as she can. Her need for him is impossible to ignore, flooding her with delight and an intensity that makes her weak in his arms, desperate for him - wanting all that he has to offer, wanting more of his bite, his harshness, the ache of pain that brings such delicious pleasure. ]
I do not want another. I seek only you, cousin, if you will give me it.
[ A shift of her body, and a hand on his neck, nails digging in. ]
Bite me all the more. Claim me.