[It's easy to melt into the kiss, her shoulders going slack as he holds her close. The faint taste of her own blood still lingers on his lips, but it doesn't last long. Instead her sharp fangs are nicking his lower lip as she tugs on it, minute crimson droplets immediately lapped up by her tongue. This? This is great. It's beyond great.
It's an utter relief.
It comes out in her body language as she willingly presses herself further against him, becoming pliant and ever eager as she moans against his mouth.]
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It's an utter relief.
It comes out in her body language as she willingly presses herself further against him, becoming pliant and ever eager as she moans against his mouth.]