From the pace she was setting, he felt that it wasn't entirely impossible that she'd end up killing him after all-- though, truth be told, this was a far better way to go. Panting and growling, he put his hand into the blood flowing down over her, feeling its warmth, seeing its wine-like color on his own skin.
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Date: 2013-05-17 08:39 am (UTC)