[ She does like that shiver, and that he well knows exactly what he's doing by teasing her hunting instincts. The hand in his hair gives a good wrench to yank his head back, shifting in his lap so he'll get just a hint of her glowing red eyes and a thorough mapwork of the rest of her where she's pressed against him. ]
[ She doesn't need to consider what to do with his delightfully insolent mouth, however; her lips drag up his neck, fangs scoring the turn of his jaw, licks at the corner of his mouth and then hovers there, watching him with her predator's eyes. ]
May I? [ Though she doesn't tend to ask permission after being so challenged, she does like to ask before drawing blood when she has her wits about her. Drinking blood, that's way more personal and intimate than sex, to her mind. Her tongue flickers over his lower lip to make clear where she's aiming for; nothing much, tidy and efficient and easily fixed. ]
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[ She doesn't need to consider what to do with his delightfully insolent mouth, however; her lips drag up his neck, fangs scoring the turn of his jaw, licks at the corner of his mouth and then hovers there, watching him with her predator's eyes. ]
May I? [ Though she doesn't tend to ask permission after being so challenged, she does like to ask before drawing blood when she has her wits about her. Drinking blood, that's way more personal and intimate than sex, to her mind. Her tongue flickers over his lower lip to make clear where she's aiming for; nothing much, tidy and efficient and easily fixed. ]