He could, of course. Sharp teeth--sharper teeth, anyway--were nothing new. He could bite and tear, if he wanted. And in such a locked and stony room he could fall on his slender prey roaring as loud as he felt like, and guzzle her blood with open joy.
But not for the time being. Not for now. He bit (gently), she gasped, and he pulled back just enough.
"I know," he smiled, "I bet I'll leave a mark. I have a bad habit of that. Wouldn't it be a shame if someone saw it, too."
Lovebites as red as scarlet letters, left--sent, perhaps, if they were the other sort of letters, to those who would best be able to read them.
His hands were up under the hem of her skirt now, sliding up, seeking her skin and her shape, slipping up the outsides of her thighs, slipping down the insides. Closer closer, but not too close yet.
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But not for the time being. Not for now. He bit (gently), she gasped, and he pulled back just enough.
"I know," he smiled, "I bet I'll leave a mark. I have a bad habit of that. Wouldn't it be a shame if someone saw it, too."
Lovebites as red as scarlet letters, left--sent, perhaps, if they were the other sort of letters, to those who would best be able to read them.
His hands were up under the hem of her skirt now, sliding up, seeking her skin and her shape, slipping up the outsides of her thighs, slipping down the insides. Closer closer, but not too close yet.