[ At that harder push, the words that accompany it, her singer's voice fills the space around them, a fading starburst that cares as little for how nearly public this is as the rest of her. ] Do that again -- harder.
[ Typically she moves with him, responsive, smooth as butter in a warm pan; right now she's insistent, greedy, limbs taut around him with the gale-force of her instinct scratching at her. She wants his world consumed by the filthy-sweet friction of her around him. ]
I want to bite you. [ Her voice is low and humid against his ear. Thanks to her truth compulsion she announces it rather than take what she wants, fangs first. ] I want to taste how much you want me.
And I'm yours. [ She shudders as she speaks, so forceful in her agreement that the whole of her trembles, and the last bit of red in her eyes is swallowed by gold. ] I love you.
[ Being more free with those words just now isn't incidental, it's being unable to keep the truth behind her lips. The words still stick in her throat sometimes, juvenile fears of cursing her good fortune. ]
[ She stoops down, shoulder stretching, just fingertips on her handhold so she can kiss her way down his carotid to the spot where it branches beside the jugular, the blood oxygen-rich and hormone-flush. And she bites without further prelude, savoring the delectable tang to his blood as it swirls over her tongue and down her throat. ]
[It's always a rush to be bitten by her, his mind going pleasantly hazy and lightheaded. He doesn't slow in his motions - if anything, he picks up his pace, pouring all his love and desire for her in every thrust.]
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[ Typically she moves with him, responsive, smooth as butter in a warm pan; right now she's insistent, greedy, limbs taut around him with the gale-force of her instinct scratching at her. She wants his world consumed by the filthy-sweet friction of her around him. ]
I want to bite you. [ Her voice is low and humid against his ear. Thanks to her truth compulsion she announces it rather than take what she wants, fangs first. ] I want to taste how much you want me.
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[Everything he has is hers to take, even though he knows she'll never take too much.]
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[ Being more free with those words just now isn't incidental, it's being unable to keep the truth behind her lips. The words still stick in her throat sometimes, juvenile fears of cursing her good fortune. ]
[ She stoops down, shoulder stretching, just fingertips on her handhold so she can kiss her way down his carotid to the spot where it branches beside the jugular, the blood oxygen-rich and hormone-flush. And she bites without further prelude, savoring the delectable tang to his blood as it swirls over her tongue and down her throat. ]
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Aliza, Aliza, I love you-