Oh, River thinks, he is in a mood. I'm going to fuckin' die.
Die happy, but die.
She makes a muffled sound against his hand, probably something provocative, but that thrust shuts her up, snaps her head back with a strangled sound. Her heart is racing even as the bite in her neck continues to leak blood. Finally, she nods against his hand. She can be a good girl.
Now his hand slithers down to her chest, roughly fondling her on his way lower. He finds the latch in her trousers and flicks it open with a motion like contempt. Nothing so trivial will stand in his way.
"The way you kissed me on our way out, like you were claiming me for all to see," he rumbles as his hand slips her pants down and away from her ass, "I'm going to return that feeling to you now. I'm going to claim you as mine, always."
She wants to reply, to assert that she was claiming him, but we're saving our voice, aren't we? She trusts Erik to lick the wound before she gets anything more than pleasantly dizzy, but the feeling of the blood leaking out still adds a delicious edge of threat to his assertiveness that has River's skin crackling with thrill. Still, she has to say something, anything...
He does lick the wound, dragging his tongue up from her shoulder to just behind her ear, leaving long streaks on the side of her neck. On his way back down he purposefully pierces his tongue and laps at the bite marks, closing them at last. Don't want her to get dizzy from that before he's had a chance to fuck her into oblivion.
With the bleeding now stemmed, his full attention is on her lower half. His fingers close around the plug she's wearing, but he doesn't remove it yet. Instead, he wiggles it gently, letting her feel it move inside her. All the while he murmurs close to her ear, "Hmmm, I'm not sure I'm convinced yet. Whine harder. Let me hear just how much you need me."
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Die happy, but die.
She makes a muffled sound against his hand, probably something provocative, but that thrust shuts her up, snaps her head back with a strangled sound. Her heart is racing even as the bite in her neck continues to leak blood. Finally, she nods against his hand. She can be a good girl.
She can be his good girl.
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Now his hand slithers down to her chest, roughly fondling her on his way lower. He finds the latch in her trousers and flicks it open with a motion like contempt. Nothing so trivial will stand in his way.
"The way you kissed me on our way out, like you were claiming me for all to see," he rumbles as his hand slips her pants down and away from her ass, "I'm going to return that feeling to you now. I'm going to claim you as mine, always."
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She wants to reply, to assert that she was claiming him, but we're saving our voice, aren't we? She trusts Erik to lick the wound before she gets anything more than pleasantly dizzy, but the feeling of the blood leaking out still adds a delicious edge of threat to his assertiveness that has River's skin crackling with thrill. Still, she has to say something, anything...
River settles on a needy whine.
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With the bleeding now stemmed, his full attention is on her lower half. His fingers close around the plug she's wearing, but he doesn't remove it yet. Instead, he wiggles it gently, letting her feel it move inside her. All the while he murmurs close to her ear, "Hmmm, I'm not sure I'm convinced yet. Whine harder. Let me hear just how much you need me."