[ Part of the reason she swipes and nibbles at him is because he likes it, and part to taste the distinct, very palatable changes in his blood, the swell of need when she teases him. It's -- well, delicious. She can tell he's about to be a good boy and follow directions, so she can't resist getting one more tease in beforehand: ]
Only if you ask nicely.
[ And then he's stretching up for her, kissing her, pinning her down, his eyes and body and blood craving her in that way she adores. Her fangs lance through his lip, and with his shirt out of her way she scratches deep welts up his shoulders, knowing that his blood will taste all the sweeter the more she makes him want her. ]
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Only if you ask nicely.
[ And then he's stretching up for her, kissing her, pinning her down, his eyes and body and blood craving her in that way she adores. Her fangs lance through his lip, and with his shirt out of her way she scratches deep welts up his shoulders, knowing that his blood will taste all the sweeter the more she makes him want her. ]