Good. Don't protest. Don't fight. Encourage it. Or at least feel it. Feel the way he moves, the weight of him, the fresh pain when he sets his teeth into her neck again.
He was a little over-fond of biting, it must be said. But there was something satisfying about it in the moment (food and sex perhaps, meat and flesh maybe) and something almost even better after the fact knowing that there was a sign in the skin of what had happened. What was done could not be undone now. And though the mark would fade, what had been done had been done and could not be undone now or ever.
The very thought of it made him bite a little harder and growl down in his throat.
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He was a little over-fond of biting, it must be said. But there was something satisfying about it in the moment (food and sex perhaps, meat and flesh maybe) and something almost even better after the fact knowing that there was a sign in the skin of what had happened. What was done could not be undone now. And though the mark would fade, what had been done had been done and could not be undone now or ever.
The very thought of it made him bite a little harder and growl down in his throat.