"Oh, Nadine." And he's taking advantage of that open dress, splaying a hand over her back, between her shoulder blades, that follows the line of her spine. There, too, is a hint of coolness to her skin; akin to as if she'd simply stepped out into a winter's night for a spot of time. It's the perfect reminder that tonight, she is not the warm, living, loving human he is so used to.
She is other.
"If you taste all of me, I'm afraid there shall hardly be much of me left behind." His fingers snake underneath the back of her dress, nails gently scratching over the skin there. And as her fingers tangle in his hair, his head tilts back, exposing his neck and the heavy swallow he takes. "May I undress you first?"
Before he's so bitten he'll hardly be able to move.
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"Oh, Nadine." And he's taking advantage of that open dress, splaying a hand over her back, between her shoulder blades, that follows the line of her spine. There, too, is a hint of coolness to her skin; akin to as if she'd simply stepped out into a winter's night for a spot of time. It's the perfect reminder that tonight, she is not the warm, living, loving human he is so used to.
She is other.
"If you taste all of me, I'm afraid there shall hardly be much of me left behind." His fingers snake underneath the back of her dress, nails gently scratching over the skin there. And as her fingers tangle in his hair, his head tilts back, exposing his neck and the heavy swallow he takes. "May I undress you first?"
Before he's so bitten he'll hardly be able to move.