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His fingers danced along her spine, sending shivers through her body. Levent never did fail to please her. The whisper in her ear drew a growl from the dark canine, wanting the pain and blood. There was a challenge there as well though, almost taunting her, seeing if she was strong enough to resist. She rose to the challenge, keeping her teeth to herself, pulling back. Instead she kissed him, hands roughly tangling at his body. The burning desire ran through him, and left unsatisfied it worked out in other ways, pulled to the ground on top of him, growling at his nips and caresses.
Levent remained fairly unscathed through the rounds, only a couple bleeding claw marks, Amy's passion concentrated into her movements, the night's darkness broken with this unholy reunion. Levent had been gentle, and Amy broke that from him, turning him as wild and ferocious as she was, a light glowing in both their eyes that no other could appreciate, Amy's with the demon's hunger, Levent's with his thirst for her darkness. This was a night to remember.
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