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Knowing his darling lover was pissed at him for hogging the kill it was a bit of surprise when her hand slid up and a tongue ran up his face to lick off blood. She was amazing! He could feel something fueling her body as she came close and let hands find her hips though they dared to be lower than most polite gentlemen. His lips met roughly against her's, fangs grazing on her lips as he pressed them forward in their lust. He wanted her. He wanted to share in their bloody victory. He wanted what she wanted.
The thought never crossed him to pause, though he did slowly. His body wanted to keep going as if an engine was set up and full on gas. Yet he needed her to come away with him. It was something she'd have to do for his body tonight. As possessive as he'd seemed to have grown over the female it was evident in the way he stiffened against her to ask a rather odd question for Fang. So, you're coming away with me then?
His hands ran up and down her sides as he awaited his answer. It wasn't that he'd be sad she wouldn't come away, but it was more that he wanted her around him always. He needed a new place, however, and hanging in one spot for this long had driven him half crazy. She was what had kept him sane. Now if he had her, couldn't he run off before finding himself running back to her again?
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Fang Table By Cait.