[The more she leans back the more he follows her forward, gravitating toward her thanks to the arms around his middle. There's something so utterly freeing about the embrace, about the way she kisses him, a little gasp finding its way out of his throat when he feels teeth against his lower lip.
He wants more of that, more teeth, more desire. She could consume him whole and he wouldn't mind.]
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He wants more of that, more teeth, more desire. She could consume him whole and he wouldn't mind.]
Ah...