[His fingers trail over the intricate lines of thread, humming in appreciation at the craftsmanship, before his fingers trail down the laces, until his hands reach her skin, trailing along the bottom edge of the corset.]
[His breath hitches as he feels her hands on him. It was definitely right to go with the buttons, shivering under her touch. His head tilts back dutifully, eyes closing to focus on the feeling when he can't see her clearly.]
If people aren't acknowledging your power, then they're doing flattery wrong. [Danger, power, who doesn't want to feel that kind of strength? Sighing softly with every teasing kiss and brush of fangs.] But I do like rewards.
[His heart starts to pound as he feels the fangs start to press against his skin, his hands moving along her back, down to the black silk, hesitating a moment, letting out a shuddering breath as he tries to not move and dislodge those fangs that are so close to biting down, and moving his hands lower to cup her ass through the silky fabric.]
[There is a definite squeeze as she starts to bite down, and he picks up its that teasing slowness and it pulls a whimper to him as the buzzing starts under his skin. The slow burning pain, the rush of pleasure that comes with it, slow and deliberate and maddening, panting and moaning softly shifting under her and pulling her just that bit closer.]
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[His breath hitches as he feels her hands on him. It was definitely right to go with the buttons, shivering under her touch. His head tilts back dutifully, eyes closing to focus on the feeling when he can't see her clearly.]
If people aren't acknowledging your power, then they're doing flattery wrong. [Danger, power, who doesn't want to feel that kind of strength? Sighing softly with every teasing kiss and brush of fangs.] But I do like rewards.
[His heart starts to pound as he feels the fangs start to press against his skin, his hands moving along her back, down to the black silk, hesitating a moment, letting out a shuddering breath as he tries to not move and dislodge those fangs that are so close to biting down, and moving his hands lower to cup her ass through the silky fabric.]
[There is a definite squeeze as she starts to bite down, and he picks up its that teasing slowness and it pulls a whimper to him as the buzzing starts under his skin. The slow burning pain, the rush of pleasure that comes with it, slow and deliberate and maddening, panting and moaning softly shifting under her and pulling her just that bit closer.]