[She's dripping, so wet it's obscene, dripping down her thighs and leaving her shaking from the sensation. His teasing with his fingers only makes it worse: he spreads her open wide, stretching her out and not giving her what she wants. More, she wants something thicker, hotter, something that will leave her screaming (but she can't scream, not here, a distant thought). Her hips rock back again and again, fucking eagerly against his fingers, eyes closing as she exhales shakily.
And then he bites.
It's an instantaneous pain, sharp and white-hot and such a vivid contrast to how fantastic his fingers feel. Rosalind cries out loudly, unable to help it, her body writhing in earnest as she tries and fails to get away. The pain is blinding, more than she's used to, more than she ever wants to feel; surely it isn't as bad as when he'd cut her arm, but right now it feels as though it is.
Skin breaks and blood trickles down, and with a hissed snarl she reaches behind her. She can't get herself out of the hold he has, but she can at least teleport them.
One moment, she's up against the wall, and the next--
--in a breath, in a second, feeling like nothing at all--
--they're crashing onto her queen-sized mattress, limbs tangling, and Rosalind jerks, trying to turn, eager to get him under her before he can do the opposite.]
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And then he bites.
It's an instantaneous pain, sharp and white-hot and such a vivid contrast to how fantastic his fingers feel. Rosalind cries out loudly, unable to help it, her body writhing in earnest as she tries and fails to get away. The pain is blinding, more than she's used to, more than she ever wants to feel; surely it isn't as bad as when he'd cut her arm, but right now it feels as though it is.
Skin breaks and blood trickles down, and with a hissed snarl she reaches behind her. She can't get herself out of the hold he has, but she can at least teleport them.
One moment, she's up against the wall, and the next--
--in a breath, in a second, feeling like nothing at all--
--they're crashing onto her queen-sized mattress, limbs tangling, and Rosalind jerks, trying to turn, eager to get him under her before he can do the opposite.]