[ Feeling herself near to snapping, she clings close to him, face pressing into the crook of his neck to muffle her sharp cries. She mouths at the bitemarks she left on him, too clumsy to be called kisses, in an attempt to keep herself from biting down again. Her hands dance across his wings, wherever she can reach, fumbling and desperate. ]
[ Later, she'll have a warm appreciation that this was as intense for both of them rather than some favor he was doing her -- just now there's no such coherent thoughts in her mind. ]
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[ Later, she'll have a warm appreciation that this was as intense for both of them rather than some favor he was doing her -- just now there's no such coherent thoughts in her mind. ]