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In that moment Amy felt pure ecstasy. A cry escaped her lips as Levent thrummed inside her, each thrust bringing a new wave of pleasure. Desperately her hips arched up, trying to intensify the feeling. Amy wrapped around him, her claws digging in. Lost in the moment she snarled, her teeth coming out. In a flash her teeth sunk into his shoulder, scarring it.
The bite was deep, stopping just before it hit bone. Amy's eyes gleamed as she tasted the blood that flowed from it. This was the moment she loved the most, when they joined and she claimed her lover as her own. Pulling back now she licked at the wound, cleaning it from possible infections. It was her mark, letting people know who he belonged to. As long as Levent wandered where Amy held power, people would care for him. Closing her eyes Amy lost herself once more into the rhythm.
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