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Crush my bones, I'll smile
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He just could not hit her properly. She twisted out of his hold and went on him again and again. What the fuck was this. Except for a deadly and furious Gabriel de le Poer when he had already been heavily injured and in wrong form, Haku had never encountered such a deadly force that carried fangs and teeth like this woman did. It was not acceptable though. It was unsure whether his rage or admiration topped the list. Right now his pulse drove him sky high and their breaths smelled of blood and death. He snapped hungrily after her, though not succeeding in getting proper hold of her flesh. It was unfair, because now teeth found his throat. How could he have been so stupid? Those he had battled before had always drawn away from hits aimed at their face, but she took it and dived further. Haku pushed upwards the moment he realized what he had done. Further from that 100% fatal grip, but her teeth sunk into the thick fur and skin at the middle of his throat. It was over. How odd it felt..
He could not register an instant shower of blood leaving his throat, but there definitely was harm done. Again. His air supply was blocked. He ached after ripping away from her just like she had done with him, but having his throat ripped out would leave him with more than a little flesh wound. The man still pushed her weight down against her, but his movement shifted from violent and speeded to something smoother. His jaws snapped shut twice or so in empty air, wondering when the fire would start to lick up after his feet when they came to pull him down into the inferno where he belonged. ”Ove…r..eactii..n.” The man gasped, feeling his heart pound through his veins and preparing for explosion and elimination. It was not fair; she was merely a fucking female. Those blue eyes rolled and sought her form. He hoped she would bleed to death. Blood in the air, blood on his tongue, the rush of blood humming in his ears. This was a good death.
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