[ he watches her quietly as she moves, hungry for her to say the least. then she's settled atop him again and his good hand darts to her hip, nails digging in hard. as she lowers herself onto him he groans, though it's marred with the choking sound of more blood pouring out of his ruined throat.
how much blood does he even have left?
her hand on his heart again is enough to jolt him and his hips twitch, rolling up to meet her partway. he's ravenous, starving, and she's his meal. he'll take whatever she'll give him.
she's beautiful atop him, grinning and covered in his blood, but he can't say that either. all he can do is grasp her arm and draw her down against him so that he can kiss her, slow and eager and messy.
he runs his tongue over her cheek afterward, clearing off some of his own blood from her skin. ]
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how much blood does he even have left?
her hand on his heart again is enough to jolt him and his hips twitch, rolling up to meet her partway. he's ravenous, starving, and she's his meal. he'll take whatever she'll give him.
she's beautiful atop him, grinning and covered in his blood, but he can't say that either. all he can do is grasp her arm and draw her down against him so that he can kiss her, slow and eager and messy.
he runs his tongue over her cheek afterward, clearing off some of his own blood from her skin. ]